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!

What's it all about Alfie?

In the many splendor of the symbiotic existence of Love, the imperative diabolical fight for survival of many civilizations has come into many expressions that in so far as humanities love for love and domination is simply just illogical. In essence I've ask God about the true meaning of Love and as far as I hear it and answer is from the song 'Alfie' by Kieko Lee. It struck to remind me that love exist because without it the whole creation will be worthless, dry, jaded and unfamiliar. Yet the gift of Love in so many directions possible has not only eluded the uncertainties of the human psyche but has come to enveloped it with the color of undefined everyday prevalence; which is fact is exciting than the regular everyday sweetness that is just simply simple.

In todays generation of dreamers have the young forgot the real essence of Love beyond the physicality of touch and emotional bondage? Thus the reality of love prevail in existence of the few or of the many? Questions in my mind that hunts my everyday imagination 'that Love simply is just me, you and we.' In general if we just simply allow love to shine within without judgement; I suppose everything will be less complicated. As Senator Meriam Defensor said and I quote 'Sophomoric' which means in lay-mans term freshman. Even at times she hurts my little dream of being just simply me 'I still have the heart to love her because she simply herself too.

Today, and for the coming weeks, I will be amongst those who will continue to dream and hope for the best of the many Filipinos around the world whom deserve the best; which is Love and Love and Love and maybe a little cherry on the top.

Martian Transformers

Fish or Blind Masseurs?

We come for peace says the Martian invader, the Tim Burton film has captured not the international peace keeping organizations that evolved into different avenues for peace keeping missions; the rainbow coalition vis-a-vis in contradictory to the casual disregard of some of UN Security Councils Member nations to the abhorrent disregard that in totality can cause unstoppable military exercises in Asia noting the insurgency of the unstoppable illusion of North Korea and Iran on their non-abidance to the non proliferation treaty still standing; which in more creative translation is like comparing goldfish to piranhas or real masseurs to fish eating callus at Fish spa at Luneta; regardless who eats callus better is not the better proposition rather who kills stress is; counting the cost is also a priority.

In the indefinite world like earth; some scientist at ‘NASDAQ’ believe that we are not alone; some believe ghostbusters the series will come back in a syndicated release or the Ninja Turtles; which network is still in negotiations with the Martian headquarters based in the Swiss Alps.

In which ever epiphany economist like to hypnotize comparatively to chickens and piglets in their golden nest proposing derivatives to the unknown culture of some societies in the Far East, seem unknown to many and familiar to most; how matters of spiritual or economic guidance can only be substantial in form if ‘real gold’ is printed and not ‘paper money’ or maybe the Central Bank of the Philippines should consider the foot steps taken by our responsible neighbors in making real yet plastic based material monetary tender.

Flying back to earth is not only existing says the cute Martian; its green here not hot seem unknown yet familiar. The Martian toured the world like any civilized aristocrat or back packer does when starvation becomes their only defense from incarceration to poverty.

Bubble boy in a glass proof cage.

The 90’s classic animation of Beauty and the Beast by Walt Disney films cultivates a certain unattainable freedom, its combination of both polarity in a linear story telling seem to unfold a simple cry of letting go not in a manner of the physical incarceration hence metaphysical outburst of inner creatures long been hidden by proprieties contracted by the fearful society and designated to fallen geniuses needing of the old smell of relevance.

The Prince Beast under the cursed of an insecure witch, and Belle the ever envy of Venus like beauty has left the imagination of child like audience open for suggestions that innocence can be attained like spell being lifted; for all of them including the castle’s characters and the village people under the spell of both unseen forces surrounding their involuntary acceptance of the undeniable possession of glittering attributions freely given to them by generations of Historical redundancy.

The era of classical genre for animation reinvented every ten years by filmmakers and producers suiting the demanding yet savory new taste of its ever bored audience. Like ‘Bolt’ the contraptions of its characters and story conflict are all in the same format; only the physicality of its look and texture enhanced through the 3D evolution invites further development in the technical aspect of filmmaking.

Linear cunning films can dilute hardened hearts into liquid fluids of hope, after all innocence when not granted can be allotted into forgiving oneself like the unending catharsis of every human being, which a simple realization that choice makes a corresponding responsibility unexcused tie-up into realm of circling renewal.

Seeing the real world’s wonderland like when I watch television or films, is just one hope that remains daily in my heart. Tied up by proprieties made for me as seem as destiny if not a curse. The hope that the day will come I will face the realities of the market place head up, unashamed of the impressions permitted by people who consciously patronize my presence in a waterless fish bowl like bubble boy not inside the elastic ballon but in a breakable glass full of unending contraptions.

When the day comes that freedom becomes less of a myth rather than a fictional show; I will be the happiest person who ever lived in a planet inside a castle full of diverse characters ever amusing the waiting I indulge myself to attain soon. Until then I suppose I just need to play with rules.

My Journalism School Days

When I was studying at Manila Times School of Journalism, for a semester in port area Manila; I had a chance to attend our regular friday lectures with prestigious media practitioners like Dong Puno, the late Blas Opli and my idol Sir Dante Ang and some foreign diplomats. At one time I had a chance to ask a question to Sir Blas Opli because I was given a chance to ask first. My question is 'Sir, why did you vote not to open the second envelope during the impeachment trial of President Erap?' It took him a while to answer me. Then all the guest stared at him tang-tied; then he replied, after opening the envelope there is nothing to be found; so what is the point and besides the man had it.' I sat down quite not a tuned with my own question for my schoolmates are staring at me like I'm the radar who wants to be a candidate for a student-body chairmanship. My point is time in essence can be in different moments and in different times; people changes clothes everyday, I just hope for the best that I choose the right color at the right present tense moment with minimum waste, maximum satisfaction, with happy faces beyond deception.

Growing, I really want to be a journalist having my own TV show on varied topics; write on rolling-stones and for personal resources I want to produce, direct and distribute my own films.

Good Morning!

To love is to give to give is to is Godliness

Abel & Cain is one story that redefines the true meaning of brotherhood beyond the walls of self-preservation and greed. It is not only sad that people of our generation become so engrossed with winning the number one post. We create our own war through the brands and the division of leaders that create demons to entertain its bored citizens. I am happy and contented that I am a devoted Roman Catholic who believes that wisdom of Good and Evil is not for everyone to comprehend. It is precious than any valuable priceless mineral ever invented or discovered; and actually the knowledge of it can be distractive and thus with the grace of God he blessed the few with heavenly creativity that no immense colt nor super power can bend its uncompromising power of love.

Let us go beyond what we expect we shall receive for free, we shall go beyond what we expect is to be paid. Let us love unconditionally for it is not what we have that counts but what we have given to others beyond what we have; which is basically sincere love.

God is with us all. Let us celebrate his unconditional love even we don't understand its cunning truth in our daily lives.

Hibernate mode for the 'bad people' who hurts me by the noise of their non-sense rituals.

Godfather 4 in Present Tense and Beyond

Godfather 4 in Present Tense
by: JP M Valencia

Godfather II is one film depicting a peculiar and abstract Asian denomination element that is persistent of the manipulation of truth; hence not only it has affected the people and its ruling state that I suppose never fulfilled an enduring/persistence in the hope that it should not fear being beyond the ambivalence of death.

Human rights in demand as like international internal fight like the 'free masons', 'trilateral commission' and the 'Yakusa underground' which, persistently existing not only in memory but in every truth beyond every sensationalized news being sold in every corner of the number one cunning publishers in town.

It is sad that only the privileged and well above average breed can have access to its semeiotics; hence it is not death can make all of these go free at hand nor imprisonment; I fervently believe it is only the power of the conscience and silencing of the internal darkness within that makes all the evils that is being scatted be in hindered.

Here, in the Philippines love is for free but water and basic utilities are not; why? I am a grandson of a pure Spanish Jew / half filipino/japanese grandparents major capitalist in the province in the late 60's up to 90's; the growth of my father-sides' imperial domination has so far been stopped due to my father's conversion to Roman Catholicism' he was accused of every possible illness including his family and wife whom brought enlightenment, in a way he was cast off from the imperial walled compound not by my grandparents but by his envious siblings, which I believe my source of information they are based in Americas scattered in many ways imaginable; like silent pumas/buffalo wings, which I love.

Modesty aside, it is imperative that I must exist with these people not because I'm purest red trying to be a fruit in a salad bowls full of maggots feed to the poor. I believe the 4th generation has not only evolved, it can be distractive or constructive; peaceful or unjust. In many ways possible. I believe it's time that I start a revolution not of war or cold blood but or changing the hearts of these wounded people that has so long been fighting for their freedom from poverty, that not only caused unjustified executions and imbalance of morality tantamount to social injustice and the unforgettable genocide of the innocent souls crying for their own justice in their own terms of endearment.

Rest aside prejudice and honesty, I believe God and all the Gods in heaven are my real guardians and not the guns, knives and bulletproof vest these so called tough men use to hurt the innocent child within me and within us all.

May God Speed us all and let us keep our individual faith; with the purest mindset not to conquer but to fulfill our own destiny in our own means.

Mary Magdalene like Mulan the Animation

The essence of a true Roman Catholic should be beyond the custom of condemnation -stoning in public- which was introduced by the Phrases in the time of Christ' evangelization; they where the decedents of St. Paul the former gentile who converted to Christianity after God touched his heart and blinded him for a change of view, which later on was able to see the light of true brightness and divinity, which changed the course of Catholicism in its many phases and refinement.

As many Gods in heaven have different names, different customs and cultures; they as well discuss matters concerning the affairs of Humanity. In this age of generalized understanding of the God's above us; we as children of the heavens shall be aware of the respect and attributions we deliver as messages to them. And we shall be faithful to what is real, peaceful & loving.

After reviewing the many films of Disney, especially the animations during the 80's, 90's and beyond; I have come to say that it' always reminded me of my ancient childhood theme park; I enjoyed when we were based in the province. I have not only seen the real child within but the hidden Godliness of everyone in proper perspective. Hence, I only see the truth of the living christ in all of us and its true divinity that lies in every manner beyond death and the absolution of the many sins humanity in general had come to confess but had not repented in a humble, loving & peaceful manner.

I always pray to God before studying international and domestic controversial cases; which I want to discover further for the sake of knowledge and comprehension of what is just, humble & peaceful. I lived many times in a post-modern mode. And I am contented with what is just for me and for the people I seriously love; which is me, my family and the whole world.

Mabuhay ang mga walang takot mag pakatotoo.

The generation of humble late bloomers

President Aquino's cabinet impress me. I just hope it will be for realistic change. Change that comes internal and not lip service and photo opportunity. I am humbled yet very proud to be Filipino, no nation can beat the spirit of Filipino pride for national change that is starting to unfold skin deep. I know soon we will feel that ultimate change regardless of the redundancy of others that hope is voluntary for filipino's wanting realistic love. I believe hope and patience is our only remaining chance for the future generations to be totally free from harm and abuse of discretion. Let's take it easy and let's make it happen.