3 Things Women ought to know

Having a broken ligament can have its advantages. Now, i have more time to watch the programs that interests me. And given how different I think from most human beings, i find myself surfing the TV 80% of the time. I mean Common!! Is that the best we can do? 80% of the programs are about teens! and Stuff that really doesn't matter.. so there I'm virtually stuck at 6 channels. History Channel, Discovery Channel, Nat Geo, Crime and Investigation, and Bio.

Well atleast i'm entertained and i got the creeps from every interesting information all around the globe..it really pumped up my brain and that is the way i liked it. let's start with women..


Stuff Women Ought to Know..

1.) In India, Men are a priced Commodity. Instead of the Men paying huge sums of money in dowry for Women.. the Indians do it the other way around. If a family has a daughter and they want their daughter to be married *which is one of the holiest tradition in the country* they have to pay...PAY a LOT of Assets for the Man. Objectively, this is okay because it is their tradition and culture. But we can't ignore its down side and reality. Even though India is a member of G20..it also has one of the widest gap in social wealth. Henceforth..a high percentage of its 1.1 Billion population is poor. Which leads to a high percentage of its families were not able to afford a dowry for their daughters..which unfortunately leads to a high percentage of theirs daughters 'unwanted'. Unwanted to the point that if a woman has a girl inside her belly..chances are that woman will go to the hospital for an abortion. Others who has no money for an abortion will go on with their pregnancy then abandon their daughters wherever they see fit. On the side of the road..on the middle of the field..wherever..but if a woman has a BOY in her belly..she will rejoice and spread the good news to the whole neighborhood. In fact when a boy is born the whole family will have a festival for TEN straight days. A party without end wherein the mother together with the Boy's Aunts, Sisters and Grandmother will sing and dance in praises for this wonderful gift..ain't that an irony.. probably the women of the household all had the same fate of being ignored and treated poorly by their own family for being a woman but here they are crying their hearts out in JOY for this boy..then again it is their culture and i respect that. I'm not a faminist *i kinda hate feminists or atleast the radical ones..i mean yes i also believe in equal respect for both genders but we have to accept the reality that women are not better than men..nor it is the other way around..MEN and WOMEN have their own strengths and weaknesses that is complimented by one another..bottom line is..MEN are good for what they do good and what their supposed to do. WOMEN are good for what they do good and what their supposed to do * but common!!..i personally think that it’s oppressive. So for all the feminists out there in living in this country… be HAPPY that we are not in India.

2.) Women are more practical than Men. Of course I can hear the uproar from the crowd of insipid thinkers out there. But hey..we have to admit. Women are more Practical than Men. And do you know why? Recent studies have shown that Women have this intrinsic desire and attitude to weigh things in a much more practical yet complex ways than Men. Natural Selection has armed the brains of Women to consider her mate *Yes. This is about Sex* in a much more practical way in the sense that she chooses her mate with the sole purpose of the resources a male has in raising her young. Okay for all the Men out there screaming "HEY! Its Not Fair! I am not an Ayala! or a Lopez to compete for a Wife!" believe me gents..ALL is not LOST. This is where the 'more complex' thing comes in to save us. Resources..is not just about money. Of course money is included in it *given how our society is so hooked up with it.but in certain cases it may be cattle or dung..i don't know it depends on the culture.* but it may also implies our physical prowess..*Then I come in and say: "What About me!!? I'm Fat!! I'm so weak I can't even lift a 5 pounds weight without having muscle sores in the morning!"*..yet again resources is not also about physical prowess and money.. it may also imply your thinking, or your attributes that a female may desire to have for their young. Speaking of attributes this may correspond to your specific immunities or genetic traits that is beneficial to the next generation of the human gene pool. And too bad for us only females have those intrinsic characteristics to determine those kinds of things....that is why they are called COMPLEX. Being a man..i'm still at a loss how they think.. let's just leave at that..

3.) Women are more voracious in sex than men. I'm kinda sure women already know this stuff.. COmmon! We're all adults here..you know what I'm talking about. Women are more eager to mate because it is embedded in their genes to produce more youngs. Of course Men have the desire to sire their own youngs as well and spread their genes but women are more apt to it than men. And that is all there is to it. Perhaps a more subtle perspective is to just observe and admire the female body. Every crevice, nooks and cranny are designed by nature for nourishing. Unlike the brutish, hair filled, muscular, and ugly male body designed for hard work. So that's it.. women=nourish men=hard work-until-you-die

Whew..well its time to say goodbye for now.. There are plenty of things that I still want to write..but in keeping with my ritual of relishing the good times, I will delay it for the moment. Let the good times roll and please feel free to read, digest and think of the stuff I have written. It may help you in dealing with the most wonderful, yet complex beings God has created. An ode to the Magnificence of Nature.

Women.

When it Rains..it Pours..

11:06..a hot sunny day in my room...sitting in front of a computer with occasional throbs of pain shooting from my knee to the whole of my left leg. wondering what tomorrow will bring..normally i would just sit or lie down in the bed whole day using my crutch as a remote for the TV..but then again i was overcame by my desire to write something to day..to a blog that no one really cares about... and no one really knows that exist but me..a horrible tribute to my life in this earth. only a handful of people knows me..and a "handful-from-that-handful" cares..then again i don't really care. i don't expect others to care. its normal for me to get the least amount of 'life's good stuff' to care. in fact I've been living this way all my life that i find comfort in it. comfort that no one cares about me. comfort that i will be left alone. comfort that no matter what i do will amount to nothing.

it has been 6 days since i was stuck in this room. normal people will seldom say it but i had fun being stuck in this quadrilateral space. i mean i can do what i want.. and that is NOT to go to my company and work. but days passed on i suddenly felt very depressed. how useless and invalid i have been. now i can not even go to work to earn a meager living..it sucks but i have to say it.. i miss my work.. my stupid.. pathetic degrading unfulfilling slave BPO work..and do you know why? because that pathetic excuse for a company that i know will not get me anywhere is the only company that accepted me.. ME...an underachiever idiot.. and a loser... maybe that is the reason why i have now considerable patience in dealing with people in my company. i am now less irritated and less bothered by their 'high school-ish' antics..you know why? because we're all the same. we're all stuck in this slave labor. we're all losers. and I AM ONE OF THEM. we all know the same things.. we all do the same things.. and god forbid we will achieve the same things...things that does not really matter.. things that will fade away like a foam on the sands in a retreating sea.

as much as i rant about it.. as much as i fight.. as i hate...it is the only thing that i know..and it sucks.. sucks so bad because i find myself AGAIN in the middle of two opposing forces..stuck YET AGAIN in a situation that I do not like..but amidst that very uncomfortable situation i formed a shell...a box where i can be comfortable.. and i found comfort in it.. just the same as i found my comfort in my family's 'past problems'..then again.. as much as i find it comforting to be the way i am i know that this will not suffice. this technique will not work again.. i am now an adult. a man that will someday build his own family. build his own home and build his own road to life..

the question is... do i have what it takes?

*not shown in the blog but i took a rest and spent a good amount of time thinking*

after careful thinking..yes. i have what it takes..simply because i am a very resilient man. i can take a 'SHITLOAD' of pain OUTSIDE and INSIDE. i remember the day when i just had my accident.. ofcourse the 'blessed' filipinos *Ako'y Isang Mabuting Pilipino playing in the background* on the jeepney LAUGHED at me when i fell down KNEE FIRST *naturally absorbing all the force of my goddamn FAT body which can be expressed as F=ma* from the back of an FX. Even though it hurts like hell from the outside and my emotions are being ripped apart from the inside...*believe me it hurts like hell. my face still grimace thinking about it* i got up.wiped the mud off my pants..then with every HELL shooting from my knee radiating itself all over my leg..walked to the waiting shuttle to my work..i lifted my leg..*which hurts as an EXTRA FIERY HELL X2* to get on the shuttle and logged in. i rested a bit..then climbed the stairs to the fourth floor..i endured it all because i thought that "Well..there's nothing i can do but endure this shit..might as well finish this day.".....and if that's not enough.. BASYANG HAS TO COME IN AND FUCK ME...ain't life peachy!?? Honestly i never ever felt this 'challenged'..my ligaments on my knee is screaming, and trashing, and fucking my whole body..and now i have to deal and struggle from all of this with a FUCKING STORM! WOW...now that's great!...that's life.. that's MY LIFE! As the saying goes.. when it rains it pours....well its okay if its raining good stuff...too bad for me.. the saying only applies not to the bad stuff...BUT THE FUCKED-UP Stuff! Yeah. Great. Well.. as i peer into the howling night with all of my co-employees stranded in the front of our company..i can not help but smile..thinking what i have done wrong to deserved to be fucked like this.. then again.. i said to my friend "REPA! We will not give up without a fight! Kapag medyo humina na ang hangin pumunta na tayo sa motor mo at umalis na tayo!".. with a determined looked on his face..he agreed.. the wind died down for a bit.. we immediately got passed all the normal people looking on in the night like scared puppies right out from a womb and braved the night..ofcourse it still hurts like hell..and now i found out that the only reason why it didn't hurt just as bad as THIS NIGHT is because of the adrenaline.. NOW im walking in a middle of the wrath of basyang with chaos going on all around me with TWICE as HELL shooting from my knee! wow again..then again i thought.. "GOD DAMN! I WILL GET HOME!" so i walked..inch by inch soaked with rain and wind pressing against me until i get to my friend.. i got to his scooter lifting my legs yet again..*QUADRUPLE PAIN* and rode through the flooded streets with every bump hammering my knee like a blacksmith hammering a sword..god it hurts..so much..i have never felt this kind of pain in all my life..yet i endured..i got down from the scooter..thanked my friend and struggled to stand and wait for a ride home...eventually with all the pain and fucking..a familiar street comes to my horizon..it is home.. with the wind and rain bashing me with all her might..i walked on..i walked on inch by inch until i got to my room..until i saw a familiar face...with a smile..reaching and hugging me...i thought "Thank God I am Home."

so there it is..i know that i can do this.i can change. i can overcome all of the SHIT that life throws at me because of all the people i know..no one has experienced more SHIT than I have. From Grade 2 until now..LIFE is still fucking me but i DON'T CARE. i will endure and i will always come back smiling.=)

P.S.
Thanks to my beautiful and loving girlfriend, without you i will not have the energy to keep on fighting for the future.

And to my Bestfriend *i hope i can call you that repa.* Thank You. Without you i will never have the guts to face and enjoy the present. I wish you and your girlfriend a happy future.

Road

A long winding road strectches from east to west. Rumor has it that this road leads to a land of milk and honey. Where everywhere you look you see happiness. People laughing, smiling and dancing all day long. Where you can pursue your own happiness and you will have the opportunity to do it. A city where every people's hearts and minds are open. Where everyone is equal, where everyone can be who they want them to be.

No more pretentions.. no more masks..no more sadness.

People started walking this road..hoping that they can find a better place..

A young man is seen walking on that mythical road. With a smile on his face and head help up high. Eyes beaming with hope and fixed to the end of this long road. Without warning a sandstorm appeared and blew the young man off course. He fell unconscious..darkness ensues..

He woke up the next morning and saw an old man perched not far from him. He took the time to collect his thoughts and remembered that fateful day that he was blown off course. As he sat up, he noticed that the old man is still sitting on an old tree husk quietly surveying every move he takes.

Man: Why are spying on me?

The old man said nothing...

Man: Hey! Are you listening?

A gust of wind and rustling of leaves served as the answer.

"Clearly this man is sick in the head.", the man thought.

Old Man: Eat.

"Oh..so he is not deaf after all."

Man: Eat what? All I can see is grass!

Old Man: Here.

He tosses a half load of bread... A dirty dusty loaf of bread obviously the bread has been travelling with the man for a ver long time.

Man: Thanks. Hey! Were you blown off course too?

The old man just looked at his guest. With a questioning look he squinted his eyes like a spear piercing his thought.

Man: Don't do that man! Are you a weirdo or something?

Old Man: No. Im not. Im just trying to see the true question hidden in your eyes.

He studied the Old Man closely. The weary face, dark tanned skin, full of wrinkles and scars. His hands have mud on it. Dirt and grime cover all his clothes, his posture about to give way but still held up straight. And the eyes...

The eyes.. the young man looked in his eyes and saw that he was not so different from him after all. The clear green eyes with hues of blue...His eyes are alert, eager like a kid just right out of a classroom. Yet cold and calculating like a hawk aloft the clouds. His shoulders are developed yet not over bearing. His hands are overworked but still retains the youthful glow...

'He is not old after all.'

Seeing that the young man is not confused anymore, the man smiled and started to approach him. He offered a flask full of water and started to talk. The man revealed about a lot of things about the road. He said that its full of dangers. Every turn may lead straight to a cliff. Every hill on the side of the road can be an ambush point. The young man listened in earnest on how to avoid the perils. He was captivated by the man's wisdom at such a young age. The discussion lasted for a day.. until the fires of their camp went out.

A new day has come, and the two rushed to the road to begin their journey anew. They travelled the road overcoming obstacles one after the other. The Man was pleased to see his new found friend reach new heights. Mile after mile was conquered with relative ease until a statue on the middle of the road was reached. The young man looked at his friend and said "What's this? Have you encountered this statue on one of your travels?", the Mysterious Man nodded with apparent blankness as if all the hope was sucked dry by the status looming ahead.

The man said to his young friend, "The statue ahead guards the city. That means we are getting close.". The young man was filled with such joy that he screamed and jumped like a two year old kid. The mysterious man remains silent.

..they walked on approaching the statue...until blackness engulfed them....

then a flash of light..

The young man woke up beside a bed in a luxurious room. Everything was white. The overall mood is happy, and tranquil. As if all the world's laughter and hope was compressed into a tiny room occupied by the man. He sat up and looked at his surroundings. A famiiar warmth fills the room...the smell of flowers, bees, honey and birds fills the air. A beam of sunlight penetrates the pure white curtains. "A feeling of spring" he says, while smiling. The covers are made with silk, the pillow nice and fluffy, and food rests a top a table covered white mantle...

Then he noticed that something is missing. His friend, "Where is he?" he exclaimed.

.......

A shriveled figure lay on the road. The mysterious man sat up slowly from the dirt and grime. He inspects his surroundings and said, "Luck has abandoned me again." with a calm smile he unbuttons his shirt and survey the 'lastest damage' from the previous encursion. He sees a big gash of wound instead of his chest. "Hmm.. the same as always.." he inspects the wound, blood oozing from the cavity, a stench fills the air..sweet sickly smell of blood..

He stood up.. careless of the blood, flowing like a river from the oozing cavity to the road below...

...in such a weak smile... he said "Maybe next time its different..Maybe next time I could finally go to the city.".... he walked to the side of the road..weak..so weak.. before he felt the familiar embrace of darkness he finally thought "Maybe this time I can rest..just for a while. Then tommorrow..perhaps I...."