Archive for December, 2012

The Great Dictator by Charlie Chaplin

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an Emperor, that’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that. We all want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in;
machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
Our knowledge has made us cynical,
our cleverness hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little.
More than machinery we need humanity,
more than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.

Without these qualities life will be violent and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me I say: do not despair.

The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass and dictators will die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people and so long as men die liberty will never perish.

Soldiers: don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you, who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder!

Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men,
machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts.
You are not machines!
You are not cattle!
You are men!!
You have the love of humanity in your hearts.
You don’t hate, only the unloved hate.
The unloved and the unnatural.
Soldiers: don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty!

In the seventeenth chapter of Saint Luke it is written:
– “The kingdom of God is within man.”
Not one man, nor a group of men, but in all men: in you!

You the people have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness. You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then, in the name of democracy, let us use that power, let us all unite!
Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give you the future and old age and security.
By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie. They do not fulfil their promise, they never will. Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people.
Now let us fight to fulfil that promise. Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness

Soldiers! In the name of democracy: let us all unite!

Nothing But Rhymes

Posted: December 26, 2012 in Rhymes

Made this rhyme more than two years ago.. I don’t want the second and fourth stanzas just be put to waste. I’ll try to work on this one more. Still, rhymes without music can’t be called a song. Anyone who wants to give it a try, be my guest.

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She’s a mad girl, and she’s about to kill me

With her warm stare, I couldn’t help but stare back

She’s crazy about love, just like I am for her

We’re in the middle of the rain and it didn’t matter

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You can have my shoulders to lean on

Make me wipe your tears and I won’t ask why

You can have my home for your shelter

But please, don’t break down and cry

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And here I am, still searching for love

And i’m about to tell her, she’s all that I have now

‘Swear I’d do anything just to see a smile on her face

Yeah there’s nothing in this world that could ever replace

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You can have my sunshine on your rainy days

You can have my body for a warm embrace

You can have my arms to hold you tight

So please don’t break down and cry,

I started my day with a post, “A great way to spend 12/12/12/? Attend a wedding!

And whose wedding it is, you may ask.

It was a friend’s. A bride who made me the first man in her life, who is getting married to her last and best guy.

Happiness. Everywhere.

Happiness. Everywhere.

The people in our circle know that we are still good friends – something I must say that is quite a rare thing for former lovers to end up into, but up until now, we managed to stay close, and be each other’s ‘soup for the soul’, if you may.

She invited me as early as the year 2012 started, a few weeks after she answered YES to her now husband’s big question. I told her that I was happy for both of them, as I have had a glimpse of how they were as partners in a relationship, from some talks from simple hi’s and hello’s every now and then, online chats to catch up on things about each other’s lives. And I meant it. And then she told me that I needed to be there on her wedding day. An invitation that took me almost a year to ponder, as to whether I would accept or just  let go.

Well, I have been living my own life, and in all honesty, I never bothered myself to ask about how she is doing, because I definitely know that she is doing great. I was a man whom she used to fall in love with, but that was a long time ago. I cherish more the friendship that we have forged out of that ended relationship, when we were still trying to explore together the magic of love. We were young,  we didn’t know much what we were supposed to do – and we broke up. The love died, naturally. And then we lived our separate lives. Years after, with the help of social networks and some common friends, we got in touch. And from there, we told ourselves that we would stay friends. And we really are better off that way, evidently.

And so, I decided to attend, with my best friend, as my plus one. I currently do not have a girlfriend, and what better way to attend a wedding than bringing with you your best wingman?

Justin, my bestfriend, used to kid with me about the wedding. He said in a chat, “Dude, when the priest asks if there is anyone who would want to disagree to continue this wedding ceremony, or whatever… you know what I am going to do? I would shout “AKO!”, and then I would give you a very suspicious look, and would make the people think it was you who shouted it. That would be so much fun!”

Good thing that part was removed in the ceremony. And I believe it is just okay. Why would you want to ask that anyway? 🙂

For me, it was a mix of emotions, in a very very weird way. While she was walking down the aisle, with some hint of tears in her eyes, we were just overwhelmed by emotions as we watch her from a pew of San Agustin Church. It moved us. Anyone who was there would definitely be willing to shed a tear.

There was as if a battle of feelings I could not define.

Was I happy? Definitely, I am for them.

Was I mad? Why should I be? No, I wasnot.

Was I regretful? Initially, I thought I was. But then again, I told myself, “I wished for the best for this girl when we were together. And now I am seeing it with my own eyes, my wish for her coming true. And I should be thankful.”

I am thankful, that she got to get married to the best person for her. I could see in their eyes their joy, as Fred was waiting for Diane from the altar, that they couldn’t wait to get the blessing from the priest already. I felt like I wanted to give him a pat on the back – for a guy like me would never be able to give such happiness to a woman like her, given my situation now, the same way that he did, on their wedding. I do not wish for them to have a great and long lasting marriage, for I already know that they are going to have one.

It was a moment made in heaven, indeed. She used to share with me how her dream wedding is going to be. And she already had it. And it was close to perfection.

It was really a momentous, and well planned event. And with the bonus of GMA7 News featuring them on its special coverage for the 12/12/12 weddings, it just could not get any better.

And as for me, this is how 12/12/12 is going in my history. A once in a lifetime privilege. It does not happen everyday, that a former lover gets to see  his former lady get married and witness her dream come true.

(PS – I tried to downplay this entry. I’d love to say more. But as the saying goes, I’d forever hold my peace. lol)