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Call me Joyce.. A bibliophile, cinephile, insanely sane, twisted mind, horrifyingly eccentric, an evolutionist, paradox of different worlds, ill-mannered creature, sensitive freak, voracious eater of information, defies gravity, excessive compulsive, unlimited playfulness, intrepid craziness, a viking, annihilates boredom, "curiouser and curiouser", my dystopic world,a constant behavioral seeker, unexpected decisions, instant recovery, occassional numbness, selective amnesia, emotional torture, gullible girl... and These are my random thoughts. These what makes us human. You can read my other works here: http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/chimeangel01

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

When Senses Fail

The senses are used in order to understand what one sees, hear, smell, taste and feel. Yet if senses are just merely for tangible things then it just limits what the person wants to  know. It limits them of what is really needed to feel, see, hear, taste and feel. For instance the sense of sight is just for the use of seeing what is around. How about using the eyes as for perceiving what the object really is, or what is beyond that object. How was it made? What materials did they use  to that object. It doesn't mean that if you see a plate it limits to just one shape, color or even its use. Plates can be used for putting food on it, can be a collection to hobbyist or it can just be displayed. The senses are used for multi-purpose tasks. They can be used simultaneously. Senses will help you realize that there is beyond everything else either tangible or intangible.

It maybe sometimes that senses can make mistakes such as what you saw made you conclude that it is what you really saw. Sometimes senses fail to inform you about what is around you. It fails to give you the idea of what you want to know instead it just gives you empirical and not quantitative. Senses is about what's in front of you. It's better if senses and beyond senses can be used.

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Rain Songs

I miss the rain. I miss how it falls on my head as I walk home alone. I miss how frogs croak altogether and just stare at their peeking cute heads on the pond. As young girl before I remembered how the frogs sing together when it rain for days. There's plenty of them but now I can't even hear one.

The rain reminded me of old friends getting our clothes wet just walking by the road while other people seek shelter. They were avoiding the rain  while we were enjoying it. Our clothes are wet yet we were enjoying ones company

The rain reminds me of the house sitting we did years ago. I can smell the barbecue being prepared by the terrace after the strong rain. We were just waiting and watching movies day and night.

The rain reminds me of happy, catchy songs that makes my heart happy and full of life. Today it rained. It made me remember things and also makes me what to do this things again with someone important and special to me.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Hello Summer Finn!

I checked out some of my journals for the past 2 years and I found something that I would like to share with my blog. It's about my comfort movie, 500 Days of Summer. I love Zooey Deschanel so much. Here's how the journal goes. "This is a story of a boy meets girl but you should know upfront this is not a love story."


"Everytime I feel sad I think about a lot of things so that my mind will not be occupied by my downed emotions. I would love to do things that would not make me sad. Writing is number one on my list, but the most common thing that a girl does is to eat and I do that sometimes, then watch movies that are sad, romantic movies and if not sad let's say animal flicks. First on my list is 500 Days of Summer.

I can see the reality on Summer Finn. I see how she fell in love and denied it. She knew she was in love. She's just not sure enough. Summer is fun to be with. She's smart. She's everything a guy wants, but the problem was she never found it with Tom Hansen. She wasn't sure about him. He got bored of him, so she cut of everything with him and just be friends. He doesn't want to be friends with her. He needs to forget her, but he wasn't able to do that. He's still expecting that she would return. She got enganged and that is the start of the changes he wants for his life. He quit his job as a greeting card writer and pursued what he took in college, architecture. He read and reviewed architecture. He passed his works to different companies but he was rejected. He did not lose hope, until he and Summer met again at his favorite park. She's married. This is the part I got sad.

They talked for the last time. Exchanging goodbyes, hopong for the best and happiness for each other. Reality check for him he thought she was the girl for him, but maybe there is someone waiting to be known and that is how the movie ended. She met Autumn, his competition in applying the same job.

When I reflect on the film, I realized that you can cut my hair anytime and eventually it will grow back. You will meet people and some will go. They may return or they may not. Chances are there is that one person out there that's waiting to be found and waiting to be known."



That's how the journal goes and 500 Days of Summer is still and always be my comfort movie. Summer did not believed in love at first maybe because it's not him that made her realize that love really exist. Just like what Summer said to Tom, I'll just paraphrase it. " It just happened. I woke up one day and I knew.. what I was never sure of with you. . I was sitting at a deli reading Dorian Gray. I guy comes out to me and asked me about it. Now he's my husband. So what if I've gone to the movies or gone somewhere else for lunch. What if I've got there 10 minutes later. It was meant to be. I just kept thinking Tom was right.."

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

Woman! Are You Still There?

There was an experiment made from a neighborhood regarding domestic violence. I am not sure if it was in Africa and I was disappointed with the result. One man had set up a drum set inside his house. He then started to bang the drums real hard. You know what happened, just two minutes of playing the drums. Neighborhood started knocking his door. Telling him that he’s disturbing the neighborhood. On the second day of the experiment, he had some recorded domestic violence such as shouting to one another, throwing of stuff, crying and hearing the pain while the woman is physically abused. What happened? He played it for five minutes. There was not even a knock or a shout from the neighborhood was being heard. The lights from the other houses started to turn off. The recording went for 5 minutes. What am I trying to point out here is to be aware to whatever is happening not just on women but also be aware of what is happening around us. Please do care! 













I used this speech during the celebration of International Women's Month on March 8 for Women's Organization, Kaisa Ka.  I was late so I wasn't able to join the march but when they're doing the open speech campaign they called me. I panicked at first. I don't know what to say I asked one of the active org mate. She said that to tell them that you are thankful that they were able to join the celebration. I had my notebook with me and started to write after two minutes. She called out my name. More panic came because I wasn't able to make the speech. I started to give out my greetings and I can feel my lips and hands trembling while holding the mic. Thank goodness I was able to make a post in Tumblr about how women should be treated, by the way I represented the youth here in the city. It was great I've done the speech and my stand towards women's rights.

Anyway March 8 was a success except for the strong rain that came after the last march around 3pm. Women who joined the march are of different status and from different places. Women from working class such as vendors joined. Call center agent, students were also there  Men were also there to join the celebration. 

Woman is not yet truly free from the struggles she's trying to fight. She will keep on fighting. She wants everyone to be aware of what's happening to her. She wants to be heard. Please listen to her.

Happy International Women's Month everyone!