The End of Friendster Blogging

December 11th, 2006 by happysparklinggel

I won’t be updating my Friendster blog anymore. I’m trying to maintain
a few blogs. Two of these are:

http://outsidethefourwalls.blogspot.com/

- All about my work placement at the Mount Druitt Ethnic Communities
Agency where we deal with migrants and refugees in Western Sydney and
my placement at Greening Australia, where I work at the dodgiest office in Western Sydney but it’s all fun. :) We’re required to make a daily
journal for our placement and I felt like putting up a blog is better than trying to
write things down on paper.

http://happysparklinggel.multiply.com/

- My multiply account. You’ll just read about my usual public and
private rants about my daily or weekly circumstances, see new and old
photos of what I’ve been up to, or listen to the soundtrack of
particular moments of my earthly life.

Just visit anytime you feel like it. :) Thanks! :)

Hey, I’m on an Australian publication/ad! :) http://wsi.tafensw.edu.au/NewsEvents/publications/CourseGuide/InternationalStudents.pdf

Before Three - The Cure

July 31st, 2006 by happysparklinggel

I think this is a really cool funky song! I was able to listen to the words only today. It’s like The Cure’s version of the Before Sunrise and Before Sunset movies. What a story…

The happiest day I ever knew
In a sea of gold down next to you
So blurred and tired under summer sun
You whispered dreams of a world to come…
We were so in love
In this sea of gold so young and tired
Under summer sun hard by your side
Whispering dreams down next to you…
We were so in love
The happiest day
Yeah the happiest day I knew

But summer sun and sea of gold
This perfect day oh so long ago
Whispering dreams so blurred and tired
We have to keep this day alive
Whispered dreams so young and tired
It’s hard to hold this day inside

And the happiest night I ever had
Up next to you on silver sand
So scared and high under winter moon
You whispered dreams that would all come true…
We were so in love
Up next to you so fucked and high
Under winter moon it made me cry
Whispering dreams on silver sand…
We were so in love
The happiest night
Yeah the happiest night I had

But winter moon and silver sand
This perfect night in another land
Whispering dreams so scared and high
We have to keep this night alive
Whispered dreams so fucked and high
It’s hard to hold this night inside

Yeah and every summer’s sun I want again
And every winter’s moon I want the same
My happiest day and my happiest night
Always next to you…
And held deep inside…
Keeps me alive

Endless, A Silent Whisper - Urbandub

July 22nd, 2006 by happysparklinggel

Watching Urbandub live is an experience everyone should have before dying. As a friend said to me while watching one of their gigs at Saguijo on a stormy July night, "they have such respect for each instrument." So true. You could feel each drum beat, each guitar riff (you could tell I’m not a musician), and the piercing voice of Gabby. What more can you ask for in a band? This band knows how to penetrate their listeners’ souls. Tagos! Or as Gabby would say, "May meaning!" Who wouldn’t want to experience that before dying?

The night belongs to us
We’re caught in a world of our own
We cling to the hope it would change for us
Is it in vain? Is it too late?
Why did it have to be you than I.
I heard the news today.

Is this the beginning of our last dance?
Once around the floor, can we do it again?
I feel  the thrill from words we say,
I love you.

Embrace so much tighter
This could be our last together
Heaven sheds tears for the wounded hearts
Our forever has been torn apart

Our vast religions
Won’t help us answer
What was pre-destined for us to have
Since long ago.
It’s hopeless

The world it turns with us
Hold me in closer, don’t let go of me
Now we close our eyes and let go to the night
The night we feel alive.

Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales

June 15th, 2006 by happysparklinggel

My younger brother introduced me to this Swedish-born (!) Argentinian artist several weeks ago and I’m still intoxicated by his music until now. Heartbeats is one of Jose Gonzales’ melodies from the Veneer album. I would want to just sigh to this song, listen to it a few more times, then hopefully, I can move on to a different more upbeat tune after listening to it a thousand more times…


one night to be confused

one night to speed up truth

we had a promise made

four hands and then away

both under influence

we had divine scent

to know what to say

mind is a razorblade

to call for hands of above

to lean on

wouldn’t be good enough

for me, no

one night of magic rush

the start, a simple touch

one night to push and scream

and then relief

ten days of perfect tunes

the colors red and blue

we had a promise made

we were in love

to call for hands of above

to lean on

wouldn’t be good enough

for me, no

to call for hands of above

to lean on

wouldn’t be good enough

and you, you knew the hands of the devil

and you, kept us awake with wolf’s teeths

sharing different heartbeats

in one night

to call for hands of above

to lean on

wouldn’t be good enough

for me, no

Living in your Letters - Dashboard Confessional

May 10th, 2006 by happysparklinggel


I’m always assuming the worst,
but you’re going on nonetheless
and there’s nothing to cushion your heart led fall.
Letters from further away
keep pulling me close to home.
And there’s something to cushion my callous sighs.
And I know that you hope for
longer good-byes
embracing for forever
and falling in your eyes.
(In your eyes, your eyes)

Pouring over photographs.
I’m living in your letters.
Breathe deeply from this envelope
it smells like you and I can’t be
without that scent. It’s filling me
with all you mean to me.
(To me)

Continually failing these trials
but you stand by me nonetheless
and you won’t let me sink
though I’m beggin you, I’m begging you
Phone calls from further away
and messages on my machine,
but I don’t ever tell you this distance
seems terrible.
There is no need to test my heart,
with useless space.
These roads go on forever,
there will always be a place, for you.. in my heart

So I’ll hit the pavement
it’s gotta be better than waiting
and pushing you far away
cause I’m scared.
So I’ll take my chances
and head on my way up there.
‘Cause turning to you is like falling in love when you’re ten

Crabs

September 24th, 2005 by happysparklinggel

Just when I thought that I’m lucky to feel a bit at home far from home, with the comfort from being within a Filipino community here in a foreign country, my eldest brother tells me about being careful about trusting people too much.

When I meet people for the first time, I pretty much assume that they’re basically good people. Everyone should start with a clean slate after all. With most of the relationships that I’ve developed, these slates remain clean. Of course, there are a few exceptions. Some people just do the meanest and nastiest things that taint or, sometimes, totally destroy the good relationship you have with them.

I don’t understand why Filipinos just can’t live harmoniously with each other. I thought that the crab mentality is already a thing of the past. I guess, I’m wrong: it’s pretty much embedded in the Pinoy culture. This is one of the things I hate about being Filipino. I don’t understand why some Pinoys have to keep pulling people DOWN. I don’t understand why some Pinoys who are already "up there" can’t help pull other people UP so everyone will be up there. I don’t understand why some of us are envious of other’s success. I don’t understand why some might feel that ‘nalalamangan sila’ just because other people are just more successful than they are (of course, ’success’ is a relative term).   

Is crab mentality all about being envious? Is it all about avoiding ‘gulangan’, ‘isahan’, or ‘utakan’ (being outsmarted)? Is it all about being afraid of equality?   

Although we can immediately trace this mentality back to our history, I don’t want to put the blame on the Spanish colonisation AGAIN. Yes, the oppression that Filipinos experienced during THAT PERIOD from the Spanish friars and government (and Filipino social climbers at that time?) made the people of THAT PERIOD feel that they have to rise higher, higher than the OPPRESSORS. Thus, the revolution… and the revolution was successful, the Spanish fled. (Or was it really successful? - This should be another blog topic!) The Filipino acted as crabs when they pulled down those Spaniards (Spanish bastards) from their seats of self-proclaimed power.

It has been more than a century since the Spaniards left our country. We should all admit that those 333 years brought about the worst and best things about being Filipino. It helped mould our identity. It’s been a long time ago. We should stop blaming our history MOST OF THE TIME, if not all the time, for our cultural gaps, social breakdowns, political and economic troubles, etc. I think ‘acting like crabs’ was good for us during the Spanish period but that period has been over a hundred years ago. 

The social relationships most of us have now don’t necessarily involve oppression and yet some will still try to bring people down as if they feel the need to fight back and take revenge.  I hope we can break away from this crab mentality. It will definitely bring about great changes, not only socially, but also politically and economically, if we do.

It makes me sad that I can’t be comfortable with people from the same nationality that I have. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust any Filipino here in Australia as easily again, given the social crabs that I am surrounded with.  Being Pinoy, I may subconsciously be one of them but now that I am more aware of the ‘phenomenon,’ I hope I’d be more careful not to be one.

Crabs. They’re creepy creatures crawling everywhere. Beware!

No Girl is an Island

September 6th, 2005 by happysparklinggel

I miss my girl friends.

I miss spending hours on the phone talking with one girl friend to another.
I miss going out on Friday nights with them.
I miss going out on Saturday nights with them.
I miss having early Saturday breakfasts with them.
I miss having late nights with them.
I miss having sleepovers with them.
I miss shopping and/or window shopping with them.
I miss going to the movies with them.
I miss having coffee with them.
I miss "annoying" them.
I miss them "annoying" me.
I miss pigging out with them.
I miss working out with them.
I miss complaining about eating disorders to them.
I miss them complaining about eating disorders to me.
I miss starting diets with them.
I miss abandoning diets with them.
I miss crying with them.
I miss laughing with them.
I miss confiding to them almost anything.
I miss them confiding to me their worries and troubles.
I miss having the deepest conversations with them.
I miss having the most shallow chats with them.
I miss going to church with them.
I miss going to different places with them.

I just miss doing nothing and everything with them.

Is it really possible to live without girl friends? I don’t think so.

I wish I can go home soon and just be with them, even for just a week… even just for a week.

Transgender Issues

August 30th, 2005 by happysparklinggel

Yesterday’s Workplace Learning lecture was probably the most interesting one we’ve had so far. We had a transgender woman (a man who changed his sex from man to woman) talk about the Gender Centre where she’s the GM. It’s the most controversial lecture that we’ve had so far as Community Services students.

Since the lecture ended yesterday, my classmates have been discussing the issue on transgenders and how to deal with them in the workplace. Some are just cool about it. Some say that it’s okay as long as they (transgenders and homosexuals) do their business where they can’t be seen by the public. Some say that sex changes shouldn’t be allowed to happen since it’s unnatural/artificial and it’s against God’s laws. Some say that they need to be understood and accepted since it’s also a biological/psychological issue.

I’ve been really disturbed since yesterday about it so I’ve been just quiet about it and have been trying to ponder about it. I’m still really bothered by it up to now. This afternoon, this elderly Sudanese Muslim woman blurted out: "I’m telling you, this (transgender) woman will go straight to hell when she dies." She continued on saying that she’s not imposing her own values and beliefs on the transgender woman but that the woman was breaking God’s laws/values, not her’s (the Muslim woman’s). She said that the Bible/Koran said that people like this woman are condemned by God. That’s when I started to pop out.

I told my elderly classmate that no one has the right to condemn anyone to hell. I told her that I also believe in God and we were given by God intellect and free will. That transgender woman made her own choices and she’s responsible for the consequences of her choices.  We don’t know if she’s going to heaven or hell. Only God knows where she’s going.

Although I really admire my classmate’s conviction in her Muslim faith, I personally think it’s wrong to judge other people based on your own faith. I’m sure she knows that as she may also have been a victim of religious discrimination since the 9/11 event. I know that Catholicism is the path to my salvation but I won’t impose it on her or on anyone who doesn’t want to believe that it is so. It’s good to have your own values and beliefs but it’s bad if you impose them on others.
   
It really says so much about one’s values how people argue about this
transgender issue… I don’t know what it says about mine but as future welfare
workers, we’re being trained not to be judgmental of other people. I know it’s
really difficult to separate your own values with the way you deal with
other people and I really don’t know how I’d survive in this environment. I
guess, it’s really just about respect and about trying to be tolerant
on how people use their free will…

I hope I can work sanely in this environment. I hope I can keep my own values and be more open-minded of other people’s values which are very different from mine. I’ll keep my judgments and prejudices to myself. I’ll just let God do His job. I’ll let Him do the judging.

Nick’s Theories

August 21st, 2005 by happysparklinggel

I just finished reading Nick Joaquin’s Culture and History last night. Galing. It’s one of the three Nick Joaquin books that I brought with me here in Sydney. The book was an eye-opener for me as a Pinoy. Yeah, I’m Pinoy and proud of it. And damn it, I’m really just home sick now.

I feel bad being in a foreign country now. It feels like I’m abandoning the Phils but Nick Joaquin made me feel different last night. In his book, he noted three theories about the Pinoy culture:

1. That the Filipino works best on a small scale
2. That the Filipino chooses to work in soft, easy materials
3. That having mastered a material, craft or product, we tend to rut in it and don’t move on to a next phase, a larger development, based on what we have learned

Well, just the other night, I was thinking of going back in the Phils and possibly go back to my old job in CEAE (they said I was welcome there anytime!). I thought how easy my life in the Phils was, being the daughter of my very hardworking parents, and even if I earned minimum wage, I could party every weekend. I had a good life in the Phils.

But then I thought, if I give up now at the start of my new adventure here in Sydney, then Nick Joaquin’s theories about the "Pinoy" is really true - that I can’t work any farther away from my comfort zone and that I can’t take on new and bigger challenges outside "my world".

I really want to disprove these theories because I can strongly identify with them. Then why do I want to disprove them? Is it because I don’t want to identify myself as Pinoy? Is it because I think I’m so much better than most Pinoys? Hell, NO.

I want to disprove these theories because I believe in the Filipino. I believe that there’s more to us than these theories. I know that deep inside Mr. Joaquin’s heart, he believed in the Filipino too and he most probably used these theories to challenge the Pinoy.

He actually contradicted his own theories in his life. He disproved his own theories by the way he lived his life, with his great imagination and with his influence on young people.

He said: Develop or decay. This is his challenge. I am one of the Pinoys who wants to be challenged by this San Miguel loving man. I myself love San Miguel anyway. I am here in Sydney to develop myself anyway… not just for myself but hopefully for others as well. I don’t want to sound too heroic but everyone has to be his/her own hero.

So, cheers to you, Mr. Nick! I hope it’s not true that there’s no beer there in heaven!

What If - Coldplay

July 8th, 2005 by happysparklinggel


What if there was no light

Nothing wrong, nothing right

What if there was no time

And no reason, or rhyme

What if you should decide

That you don’t want me there by your side

That you don’t want me there in your life

What if I got it wrong

And no poem or song

Could put right what I got wrong

Or make you feel I belong

What if you should decide

That you don’t want me there by your side

That you don’t want me there in you life

Oooooooh that’s right

Let’s take a breath, jump over the side

Oooooooh that’s right

How can you know it if you don’t even try

Oooooooh that’s right

Every step that you take

Could be your biggest mistake

It could bend or it could break

But that’s the risk that you take

What if you should decide

That you don’t want me there in your life

That you don’t want me there by your side

Oooooooh thats right

Let’s take a breath, jump over the side

Oooooooh that’s right

How can you know it when you don’t even try

Oooooooh that’s right

Oooooooh thats right

Let’s take a breath, jump over the side

Oooooooh that’s right

You know that darkness always turns into light

Oooooooh that’s right