Posted by: Briar Rose | October 6, 2007

About Having Pets

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.
Anatole France

Some people do not like having pets. Not that they do not like animals, it’s just that they do not want to bear the pain of having to lose them at some point in time. That’s understandable, because you can’t expect pets to live as long as you do. But that, to me, is being selfish. There are so many maltreated animals everywhere, and you are depriving them of living a good life because you don’t want to eventually get hurt. True, it is sad when something you’ve cared for and became friends with for several years just simply pass away. but the hurting is nothing compared to the joy and friendship you’ve gained through that small time — not only your own happiness, but that of your friend.

This concept transcends pets, though. sometimes we avoid giving much of ourselves, giving our trust to people for fear of getting hurt when we lose them. Just don’t look at it that way. don’t look at the end, look at the means.

We’re talking lives here.

Don’t waste the opportunity of touching other lives (human or not) because this, too, is one way of truly making your life worth living.

…quoting S. Smith,when you rise in the morning, form a resolution to make that day a happy one for a fellow creature.

Posted by: Briar Rose | October 3, 2007

Hip Hop Kitty

My cat seems to have adopted a new fondness for “hip hop” music. I happened to notice it shortly after I had my home theater installed. I’m really enjoying having some calm and soothing background noise going while I’m at my room. I noticed that Junior B. seemed to be enjoying the ambient tunes of hip hop music. We started noticing her curled up next to speakers in my room or in front of the TV whenever we were tuned into hip hop music. She seems to be really fond of 50 Cent’s Just A Little Bit, In Da Club, Wanksta; and various Rap and R & B noises.

I’m not sure how this happened. Junior B. was raised on acoustic music, chick flick songs, and heavy doses of psychedelic love songs. Maybe she is just getting old or maybe she has finally found a genre that soothes her savage soul. Whatever it is she seems to anticipate and even expect it as part of her daily routine these days. I will put it on in the morning and she will curl up wherever it is being played and simply bliss out on it.

Cute little darling.

Posted by: Briar Rose | October 2, 2007

Given Up

Link Park's Minutes to Midnight album cover

So I was browsing through my brother’s MP3 folder and I came across this song by Linkin Park and I must say that the song feels like I wrote them. Although it flexes plenty of decibel-heavy muscle music, Linkin Park likes to paint its heart openly on its sleeve with real super sonic drama. They’re still the hardest rockin’ softies in mainstream music.

I’ve given up
I’m sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say
Take this all away
I’m suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me!

I was just wondering if Chester Bennington (band’s lead vocalist) can replicate all the heavy metal-styled breakdown screaming (of approximately 17 to 20 consecutive seconds) on live performances….

Hmm.

Well, I did a little homework and Wikipedia says he’s able to replicate all the screeeaammiinng during live performances.

Posted by: Briar Rose | October 2, 2007

A Thousand Splendid Suns

A Thousand Splendid Suns

I read many books in a year. Some I read for entertainment and others to increase my knowledge. Then there is the rare book that does both of those things, plus touches your heart as well. A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini does just that.

The novel focuses on mothers and daughters, friendships between women, and an intimate look at Afghanistan and the difficulties of life there. The heavy-handed opening of the novel quickly gives way to even more soap-opera-ish events.

I like books that teach me something, and there is a lot to learn in Splendid Suns. Previously, I didn’t know much about the political turmoil in Afghanistan and the various factions vying for power. I knew women had an appalling time living under the Taliban regime, but I didn’t realize how horrible conditions really were. The childbirth section will fill you with horror. I also learned of the natural beauty of Afghanistan and her fascinating history.

Posted by: Briar Rose | September 28, 2007

Comeback Appearance?

It’s been toooooo long since I’ve written in my very own blog. Life was all topsy-turvy for a while but now it’s going A-OKAY. I’m going to get busy writing here again. I did wrote a short rave article about a MAC product a while ago, but I’ve decided to write something about cats and I would like to *ehem* dedicate my comeback appearance to the millions of devoted and caring pet lovers of the world, and to all the animals who share the earth with us, especially the world’s pets, who show us what it means to love fully and unconditionally.

And do you know what else I’m going to write about? Happiness.

Also, I plan to write about what I’ve learned from a couple of books and how I have been applying them to my own life.

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Cats!

I just had to tell you — how wonderful cats can be! Well, I’m originally a dog person and when I was a kid, I said to myself that if ever I do get a cat, it’s got to be a gray mackerel exotic short-haired tabby BUT later on, I’ve realized the wisdom of a certain dictum that “good friends need not be bought”. And so, at an early age, I’ve inculcated in my young heart the importance of showing compassion and developing an empathic attitude towards all animals – with or without “breed”. It breaks my little heart every time I see a stray baby or adult cats and dogs on the street (even in the television). It is this same sentiment that has encourage me to keep on adopting pusakals/askals (pusang kalye/asong-kalye) and, rescued, abandoned and abused animals instead of the expensive “breeds” of cats and dogs (Well, I’m an owner of a very handsome German Rottweiler, though. My father gave it to me as a gift and a companion. Hehe). And…err. I’d rather not get reflective and emotional just yet (and seriously, why the hell am I so emotional?! I’m exhausted — move on, lady!), as I still have to get up at some ungodly hour and help you procrastinate for a little while longer.

Tsk.

This emotional b*tch is an incurable cat lover and I’ve been owned by two (2) pusakals (street/feral cats) for a couple of months now.

Let me tell a little story. Ten (10) months ago, we adopted Chitae. This nasty cat (Don’t get me wrong, he’s very handsome but he’s also very masungit and very moody. Haha) and I developed a very special bond. It seemed nothing that happened could ever change that. Last July (2007), I gave Junior B., another baby female pusakal, a good home. I’m a little apprehensive about Chitae’s jealousy and how he would handle his turf being invaded, but I decided to risk it and agreed to take the little fur ball.

It was like having a roadrunner in the house. She (Junior B.) raced around chasing imaginary preys and vaulted from the table to the chair in a blink of an eye. She likes to hide in the darkest corners of the house and pound on anyone who passed by. At first, Chitae was very cautious with the baby cat and kept his distance. But slowly, as the days went on, they became inseparable.

I love them dearly.

Everytime I see my little angels, nawawala pagod and any forms of stress ko. It’s true! Believe me.

Now, I want to share this short tale that answers the question, “Where do pets come from?”

Adam and Eve said, “Lord, when we were in the garden, You walked with us every day. Now we do not see You any more. We are lonesome here, and it is difficult for us to remember how much You love us.

And God said, “No problem! I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of My love for you, so that you will love Me even when you cannot see Me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourselves.

And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam and Eve.

And it was a good animal.

And God was pleased.

And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and Eve and he wagged his tail.

And Adam said, “Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal.

And God said, “No problem. Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of My love for you, his name will be a reflection of My own name, and you will call him DOG.

And Dog lived with Adam and Eve and was a companion to them and loved them.

And they were comforted.

And God was pleased.

And Dog was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that an angel came to the Lord and said, “Lord, Adam and Eve have become filled with pride. They strut and preen like peacocks and they believe they are worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught them that they are loved, but perhaps too well.

And God said, “No problem! I will create for them a companion who will be with them forever and who will see them as they are. The companion will remind them of their limitations, so they will know that they are not always worthy of adoration.

And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam and Eve.

And Cat would not obey them.

And when Adam and Eve gazed into Cat’s eyes, they were reminded that they were not the supreme beings.

And Adam and Eve learned humility.

And they were greatly improved.

And God was pleased.

And Dog was happy.

And Cat didn’t care one way or the other.

Posted by: Briar Rose | July 28, 2007

They Say Notoriety Had Spread All Over My System…

When it’s just that I’m only carrying a punch and using it…

And I carry it in everything I do. I let this punch, this force, this power and strength be visible. There’s an old-timer counselor in wordly wisdom suggested “the iron hand under the velvet glove.” The velvet glove calls for diplomacy, but diplomacy or no diplomacy, the iron hand must be always be there if the world is to know you have guts, but you must see to it that the world knows you have this quality.

I wish I could use the world like “courage” or “nerve” or “back-bone” instead of the vulgar word guts. But no goody goody word can take the the place of guts. It means something the other words don’t mean — it describes a quality that is so important in establishing your individuality and that it must be placed third on the list of your essentials!

And Guts it must be — nothing else. It has a brashness, a coarseness, a ruthlessness and an ignorance to it.

Learn from me. I accept hard and brutal knocks as my daily and necessary exercise. At an early age, I have learned to welcome viciousness because it’s toughening me, giving me better wind, a stronger heart and disposition in life.

Posted by: Briar Rose | June 9, 2007

My Friend’s Step Mother From Hell

8 pm.

Kristy, my super close friend and classmate since elementary days at the Assumption College came over for dinner. She just went home from Brazil. I never thought I would succumb to the Havianas sensation again until she gave me my second pair of the violet Slim edition — the first one was also a joyously given gift. I never really bothered myself buying a pair of slipper for almost a thousand pesos. That’s bllsh*t. She said that Havaianas are worn there by ordinary people. You can even buy Havaianas at the local grocery store and at the ordinary sari sari stores.

Anyways, let’s get on with the real meat.

I’m really proud of Kristy. She have faced a lot of hardships, but refused to be melodramatic or self-pitying. Brave girl. I witnessed her life as she grew up and how she continually suffered hardships in different realms of life.

She was 7 when her mother died of Breast CA. Two years later, her father remarried. But insted of being embraced by her new step mom, Kristy became the target of her abuse and the outcast of the family. At 10, she had no idea that her life was about to become a living hell. Despite the emotional abuse she had endured, she always held on to the hope that things would get better. She just had no idea how long she’d have to suffer before they did.

I remember everything vividly…

I didn’t told anyone about the situation, because I always thought it was a private family issue. And no one really seemed to notice that even her own father! I don’t know whether he ignored it or if it somehow didn’t sink in, but he never did anything to protect Kristy from the step mom. Kristy just endured all the abuse until one night in the middle of our freshman year of high school. My mom and dad was over for dinner and saw the step mom screamed from top of her lungs at Kristy for accidentally dropping a napkin.

After the meal, I followed her into her room and suggested she live with us. She didn’t asked questions. While I knew that she wasn’t happy about leaving her Dad and sister, I knew that she couldn’t wait to get away from her step mom. My uncle and grand father took care of the legal arrangements — I don’t know what discussions she had with my parents and her step mom — but a few days later, she moved into our house. She stayed with us until she graduated from high school and left for Brazil. At any rate, all I cared about was that the abuse was over.

It’s been years since she left. By mere looking into her eyes over a glass of wine, I knew that the scars were still fresh. The only thing that shocked me a bit was when she said she’s ready to make amends with her step mom.

Tomorrow, I’ll chauffeur her back to their house at San Lorenzo Village, Makati.

Posted by: Briar Rose | June 3, 2007

Engagements

Sealing the deal

Are we that old to start thinking about marriage?” blurted my partner-in-crime over steak and wine.

Hell no!” I quickly replied. “We are single and swinging!

She was bothered with the thought of couples “sealing the deal.” For instance, it was a shock to us that our girl friend will be tying a knot with her architect boyfriend for two years. The couple plans to hold the wedding reception in their own back yard — at their sprawling residence in South Forbes. I wished them well in the engagement party at Embassy Cuisine.

Pretty.

Then just early Sunday morning, I found out that another girl friend of mine is getting married to her councilor boyfriend. I can still remember when they met during an event — and I’m there! Then they became friends and the romance just blossomed. The wedding will be held at the Manila Cathedral and reception will follow at the Le Pavillion.

As for me — in the mean time, though I must admit that while I’m still enjoying the singles’ scene, I shall prepare for my killer night gown. Who knows, I might be the next one to seal the deal.

Buwahahaha!

Posted by: Briar Rose | May 31, 2007

Vampir

And I have been bitten by an Elder Vampire 31.05.2007 at 19:16:06

Sub Rosa Vampir

All the stories are true and the legends are real. I exist, I am here, I am now. The night is my ally, the day is my enemy. I wear the darkness as it were my cloak. This castle’s crypt is where I dwell. This casket is where I sleep. Your life is mortal, a mere second. Where mine is eternal, forever. Your cites are my hunting grounds. Your people are my prey. Your blood shall be my wine. I shall drink it fresh and warm from your veins. My very being shall be your dread. Your terror shall be my pleasure. Your demise will be swift but not without pain. Your final vision of life shall be of me. Your only hope of salvation from behind your crucifix. You live in fear of even just the mere mention of my name. For I am Briar Rose! I am Vampire!

Let me s*ck out all the marrow of your life.

Posted by: Briar Rose | May 27, 2007

Just Another Rant

I’ve been thinking about my elementary classmates and friends lately. We parted ways right after our graduation ceremony. I hadn’t talked to any of them in about more-or-less 10 years until one of them contacted me on Friendster.

Gotta love the Internet, right?

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