thoughts running through my mind:
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hardly anyone
instanet (grrr..)
peso value
lifeless existence
enrolment
oh no!
system error
verve, my verve…
online pre-enlistment
easy mac
japanese cuisine
years of mental isolation
living dead
on the go
overtime
upbeat (dance, dance!)
robotic movements
chaos
rainy season
home…
energy in chinese!
insanity! insanity!
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got it? no?
step? no! step? yes!
then do it all over again.
go figure!
Angels Or Devils
-Dishwalla-
this is the last time
that I’m ever gonna come here tonight
this is the last time - I will fall
into a place that fails us all - inside
I can see the pain in you
I can see the love in you
but fighting all the demons will take time
it will take time
the angels they burn inside for us
are we ever
are we ever gonna learn to fly
the devils they burn inside of us
are we ever gonna come back down
come around
I’m always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold
this is the last time
that I’m ever gonna give in tonight
are there angels or devils crawling here?
I just want to know what blurs and what is clear - to see
still I can see the pain in you
and I can see the love in you
and fighting all the demons will take time
it will take time
the angels they burn inside for us
are we ever
are we ever gonna learn to fly
the devils they burn inside of us
are we ever gonna come back down - come around
I’m always gonna worry about the things that could break us
if I was to give in - give it up
- and then
take a breath - make it deep
cause it might be the last one you get
be the last one
that could make us cold
you know that they could make us cold
I’m always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold
Every six seconds, someone is infected by AIDS.
For the past three days, I’ve been thinking of the best approach in writing the AIDS issue on my blog. So many people have tackled the topic. A lot of documentaries have already been made, so what I have to say is really nothing new, yet I still have hope that someone would listen…and an even greater hope that someone would take action.
Since I saw the “One” campaign at MTV, I’ve wanted to visit their website. Four days ago, I finally got to do what I wanted—I visited the site, but because it was really intended for Americans, I was directed to staying-alive.org instead.
It was here where I learned the approximated number of people infected with the virus—a staggering 38 million individuals! It was not even updated yet. The data was based on the UNAIDS Regional HIV/AIDS statistics conducted at the end of 2003. Considering their claim that someone is infected every six seconds, at least seven million more people are now added to the list, and I don’t even know how many more would be added by the time I finish writing this entry.
According to the data sheet, the Sub-Saharan Africa houses 25 million of the 38 million people living with AIDS. That’s more than 65% of the total AIDS population. South and
Southeast Asia combined followed the lead with around 6.5 million people. Even the
Oceania region has 32,000 people living with the infection (please visit the staying-alive.org for more information).
I don’t even know how AIDS originated but I’m greatly aghast by the speed of its dispersal. I’m even more amazed by the ingenuity of its mechanism. It attacks the immune system, making the carrier susceptible to an even greater number of other diseases.
With the alarming rate at which it is spread, AIDS is now the leading cause of death among those aged 15-59 worldwide. It has just been over twenty years since the first clinical evidence of the disease, yet an approximated 20 million people have already died from it. About a quarter of the 38 million with the virus are 15-24 years of age. Approximately 6000 new infections per day are within the same age bracket. 62% of the young people with AIDS are girls.
I’ve always wanted to help people, and for a long time now, I’ve been seeking ways on how to do it. When I saw the one.com ad, I saw an opportunity presenting itself. I may not be able to personally reach out to those with AIDS and help them individually but I believe I could still be of help.
I find that the best way to help at the moment is by not being one of them—through avoidance of the ever-growing list of the people suffering from the disease, and to make others aware of the magnitude of the circumstances, so that they, too, would understand the gravity of the situation. And if at least one of the readers would share what he/she learned from this entry, then this article would have served its purpose.
Plunging into a sexual activity without ample amount of knowledge and protection is like sentencing oneself to a long-term suicide. A few minutes of carnal pleasure could cost a person his/her life and a lot more lives afterwards.
Spread awareness not the virus.
On the tenth of May 2005, I was at my dorm, rummaging through my things, trying to find the piece of paper where I wrote my password for the online pre-enlistment of my subjects this coming semester, when I came across my memory box.
I postponed my original intention for an hour to take a trip back in time. I bought it as soon as I entered college and four years have passed since then. Four years of memories flooded me in less than an hour.
Here are some of the things I kept (in jumbled order..Ü):
FRESHMEN PRIMER. I’m a UP student! A dream come true. I was so happy to get in. I didn’t know the unbelievable forms of torture that lay ahead.
MINIATURE PAPER UMBRELLA. It’s from one of the drinks I had the first time I went to a bar. I got a little tipsy that night, though I really intended to get drunk. I was falling in love and was so damn scared.
NOTEBOOK.A mini-journal entitled, “Tumsy Update” where I wrote daily entries of the developments between me and my first year crush. (I know, I know.. I was barely 17, so young and sooooooo silly!)
DEBUT INVITATION. It was Kris’s birthday and we spent three whole days at their house. It was my first sleepover, though I did not really get any sleep.
CHEM 31 CLASSCARD. A memento of the first subject I failed. =(
CANDY WRAPPERS. These are gone now. I threw them away because I can’t remember who gave me the candies/chocolates.
RESTO/FASTFOOD RECEIPTS. I really don’t know why I keep receipts. I think I got it from my lola. Our house is full of receipts. These are about to go though.
DEFLATED BALLOON. Valentine’s Day group date at Pizza Hut with my friends.
LETTERS. So many letters! I’m fond of writing letters and some of my friends write back. There’s a letter from Holly where she traced her hand over the paper and she wrote a caption saying, “HINDI YAN VICTIM! SAMPAL YAN!” On the next page, she wrote the reason behind the supposed slap, and I was really touched that she remembered. It was a pact between us, and the letter made me realize how much I’m loved by my friends.
Well then, I’ll just share some of the others next time. It’s past four in the morning and I need to get some rest.
