Anonymity

is such a great thing, don't you think?

You can actually get to know what makes a person tick without having him/her know who the hell you are.

I find it most funny, however, when people ask you who you are when you piss them off. I mean, they are so upset and red with fury because of the things you say or do that they can't help but ask, "if you're brave, tell me who you really are." *insert hysterical laughter*

Why? In the first place, why even ask? Secondly, you actually allowed a complete stranger get to you? That's just sad. People get so upset easily. They can't accept the truth, and they will hate you when you lie to them. Human beings are indeed one of the complexities of nature.

Let me tell you something, when you open yourself to criticism... such as when you speak your mind... keep it cool. Don't ask who read your shit; just be thankful that somebody actually wasted time on your crap. Not many people are that lucky.

Hell, I've been waiting for people to comment and shit on the stuff I write here and there barely ever was a comment in these blogs. If people tell me to fuck off, I'd take it. At least, I'm content with the fact that I actually got that bloke's interest.

Sign The Petition (Guimaras Oil Spill)

On August 11, 2006, a vessel contracted by Petron sank in the Guimaras area. The vessel was carrying 528,000+ gallons in 10 tanks equivalent to 2 million liters. It continues to spread from the Panay Gulf towards Guimaras Strait; in fact, it has now reached several cities in Negros Occidental.

Here is a photo showing the extent of the oil spill's damage.

Now, I bid you to sign a couple of petitions: one addressed to Petron, another to the President and the Congress and a third which is actually a way to contact the president through the government's website.

Please take time to do this. It is a simple act that you, whoever you are and whatever you do, could contribute to the saving of our natural resources. This is our sea, our land, our life. We are all responsible for every habitat that is destroyed and for every species that goes extinct.

Visit http://www.saveguimaras.com/blog/?page_id=78 today.

Do we really want our waters and shorelines to stay like this...?

For Yang

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The world shall soon to ruin go,
The sun refuse to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Shall be forever mine.

Oklahoma Music Video

Yay! I found one in YouTube!!! Nakakaiyak talaga!

Billy Gilman - Oklahoma

This was sung by a young kid (who is a young man now). The story is really touching.



Suitcase packed with all his things
Car pulls up, the doorbell rings
He don't want to go
He thought he'd found his home
But with circumstances he can't change
Waves goodbye as they pull away
From the life he's known
For the last seven months or so

She said we found the man who looks like you
Who cried and said he never knew
About the boy in pictures that we showed him
A rambler in his younger days
He knew he made a few mistakes
But he swore he would have been there
Had he known it
Son we think we found your dad in Oklahoma

A million thoughts raced through his mind
What's his name, what's he like and will he be
Anything like the man in his dreams
She could see the questions in his eyes
Whispered "don't be scared my child
I'll let you know, what we know

About the man we found, he looks like you
And cried and said he never knew
About the boy in pictures that we showed him
A rambler in his younger days He knew he'd made a few mistakes
But he swore he would've been there Had he known it
You always said that this was something that you wanted
Son it's time to meet your Dad in Oklahoma

One last turn he held his breath
'Til they reached the fifth house on the left
And all at once the tears came rolling in
And as they pulled into the drive
A man was waiting there outside
Who wiped the worry from his eyes Smiled and took his hand

And he said I'm the man who looks like you
Who cried because I never knew
About that boy in pictures that they showed me
A rambler in my younger days I knew I made a few mistakes
But I swear I would have been there had I known it
Never again will you ever be alone
Son welcome to your home in Oklahoma

Waters of March by Sofia

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A stick, a stone / It's the end of the road / É um resto de toco / It's a little alone

It's a sliver of glass / It is life, it's the sun / It is night, it is death / It's a trap, it's a gun

É peroba do campo / é o nó da Madeira / Caingá, candeia / é o Matita Pereira

É madeira de vento / tombo da ribanceira / É o mistério profundo / é o queira ou não queira

It's the wind blowing free / It's the end of the slope / It's a beam, it's a void / It's a hunch, it's a hope

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the end of the strain / It’s the joy in your heart

Badam…

É o pé, é o chão / é a marcha estradeir / Passarinho na mão / pedra de atiradeira

A fish, a flash / A silvery glow / A fight, a bet / The range of a bow

É o fundo do poço,/ é o fim do caminho / No rosto o desgosto / é um pouco sozinho

A spear, a spike / A point, a nail / A drip, a drop / The end of the tale

A truckload of bricks / in the soft morning light / The shot of a gun / in the dead of the night

A mile, a must, / A thrust, a bump, / It's a girl, it's a rhyme, / It's a cold, it's the mumps

The plan of the house, / The body in bed, / And the car that got stuck, / It's the mud, it's the mud

Afloat, adrift / A flight, a wing / A hawk, a quail / Oh, the promise of spring

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the promise of life / It’s the joy in your heart

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the promise of life / It’s the joy in your heart

Badam…

A stick, a stone / It's the end of the road / É um resto de toco / é um pouco sozinho

It's a sliver of glass / It is life, it's the sun / É a noite, é a morte / é um laço, é o anzol

The plan of the house / The body in bed / And the car that got stuck / It's the mud, it's the mud

É o projeto da casa / é o corpo na cama / É o carro enguiçado / é a lama, é a lama

São as águas de março / fechando o verão / É a promessa de vida / no teu coração

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the promise of life / It’s the joy in your heart

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the promise of life / It’s the joy in your heart

Loathe and Disdain For Greer

Germaine Greer is a feminists--to the extreme. Her hate for men seems beyond the heavens. More importantly, she is one of the few (if none) who criticizes Steve Irwin. Today, I read an article she wrote about his death.

I'm sorry, but to my mind, this bitch is heartless and utterly cruel. I mean, the man is dead for crying out loud! If you can't say nice stuff about him, then shut your shit loaded mouth up!

In her article, she wrote: "The animal world has finally taken its revenge on Irwin, but probably not before a whole generation of kids in shorts seven sizes too small has learned to shout in the ears of animals with hearing 10 times more acute than theirs, determined to become millionaire animal-loving zoo-owners in their turn."

Read the entire article if you must.

We'll Miss You Crocodile Hunter!

One of the world's most beloved personalities and wildlife conservationist, Steve Irwin, has died in a freak accident involving a docile creature that is the stingray. He was filming underwater for a documentary when he got too close to the stingray and its tail suddenly pierced through his chest. It was reported that Steve had the occasion to pull the stingray's tail out of his heart in an attempt to stay alive. However, the poisonous barb had already taken its toll and a few minutes after, Steve lost his life.

I love Steve Irwin. Everyday, before I head on out to work, I would watch his show, Crocodile Hunter, in Animal Planet. Many people who have had the chance to meet him personally said that his quirky and full-of-life projection on camera is not lessened when he is off camera. He loved life. He loved animals. He loved his friends. He loved his family. He was a good man, and a big loss to the human race.

May we all be lucky enough to achieve half of what he has achieved in the short time he's been here on Earth.

I found this video in YouTube.com. And of the numerous tributes there, this for me is the best, that's why I'm showing this here.

Rest In Peace
Stephen Robert Irwin
February 22, 1962-September 4, 2006