Vegetarianism and Animals

I bumped into this hilarious picture which is said to be posted as cover of a magazine sometime ago. It has the caption, “IF YOU DON’T BUY THIS MAGAZINE, WE'LL KILL THIS DOG!”

I guess its only a lampoon issue of the magazine, as written, so I was quite relieved that it was really not intended. But seeing the photo with the gun pointed on the dog's head gives me another thought or view of the picture - that it actually HAPPENS in REAL LIFE - in the streets of Project 2, in Quezon City; in Cebu, even in Tanjay! (LOL)

Humans could be this bad. Below is the photo.


There have been many people raising up against the unethical treatment of animals around the world. As a matter of fact, I know alot of them. Some, even encouraged me to join too! But the challenge isn't as easy as it sounds. Bearing the membership, or the name, "vegetarian" (those who are not into eating meat but veggies for the sake of either loosing weight/being healthy or pathetically, to lessen the "animal crimes"), demands the challenge of being a lifetime pro-vegetable, anti-meat!

Pero Pinoy ako eh. I eat meat and chicken like most Filipinos but still entertains the possibility that someday, I could survive eating fish, milk and rice the whole time, not only for the purpose of keeping myself fit, but to really stand up for being PRO-ANIMAL!

I have a number of friends who have actually stood up on being a vegetarian. A friend of mine, Mark, is a Vegan. My Bacolodnon foster Ate, Ms. Megan Villanueva is a pescatarian, PLUS, she has survived this far without the presence of coffee in her house, or anywhere else!

But for those intrested like me, we should be carefully eductated with the nature of its course. Here, I've pasted the 6 most popular and leading types of vegetarians in the world:

A Pescatarian is occasionally used to describe those who abstain from eating all meat and animal flesh with the exception of fish. Flexitarians are those who eat a mostly vegetarian diet, but occasionally eat meat. Vegans do not eat meat of any kind and also do not eat eggs, dairy products, or processed foods containing these or other animal-derived ingredients such as gelatin. Other types of vegetarian diet include Lacto-ovo Vegetarian, Raw Vegan, and Macrobiotic.

So, ANO... I DARE YOU!!

But know what, I find the vegetarians who abstain from eating meat for the sake of saving these animals pathetic in clinging on to what they believe because whether they win a thousand of people who would follow them and their beliefs, still... a huge number of people around the world shouts for meat.

It's 7:30 in the evening now, my tummy is half empty, and starving. And just like them, in my mind i see some meat served on the table when I come home from this office. uhu. Mukang di talaga pwede! =)

-Royalty Bisyoso

The Spirit of Christmas, and Friendships

It's Christmas time almost, and I still can't find a time talking about significant and readable stuff on the net yet, until I finally get things done at school. Well, my week was utmost fine and my comrades and I are quite happy of the more specific "course" we have at school this time. From the name "management student," we now call our selves with this seemingly long tag, "Bachelor of Science in Business Administration major in Human Resources Development Management student," for a more specific title, as amended by CHEd National.

But these photos you're gonna see aren't about my school stuffs or about the shitty I've just told you, but about our wacky and absolutely fun outreach program in Friendship homes. Photos with the children coming really soon.

Losing Hope, and Grip.

As I drive home, tears run down my cheeks. I almost feel the weight of my skin over me, and my head starts to numb, and so as my heart. I am caressed by the strong winds of early December nights, with its pleasant coldness that wraps me, but in discomfort.

I drove fast, as my body and face meets the cold air that didn't care most, as if the strength of both hands and the speed are both oblivious to me.

I was aware I was crying hard, and long. My breath is in tension, as if I couldn't grasp for the air that's more than enough for me to take.

I pitied myself for trusting a love ideal. I pitied myself for trusting my heart, again.

As I drove fast, I didn't even noticed the small groups of people on the side of highways looking at my ill-fated face, my melancholic but angst-looking facade, with the tears flowing freely from outside, and inside my heart.

I hated it. I hated everything that surrounds me that night. It was the moment I never wanted to happen again... or the moment, I expected not to happen again. I can see the city streets, and they all reminded me of the few sacrifices I've made like strolling downtown, spending time with the one I loved the most, or even driving on rainy season in wet clothes.

I almost can't believe I loved this way. I can't believe it's all happening to me now, and it's all happening again. I came asking as I drive. Why can't I be happy? Why has love been too unfair and greedy to me? Why am I living like this? -- WHY AM I LIVING?

The last time I knew, I loose grip over my motorcycle in a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, and freeing myself from below, leaving my motorcycle in somewhere away from my body as it lies with me in nowhere. I see people around me, and I just lied down, feeling the waters and mud, imagining I've died and now raising up to the sky, greeting the air and the stars around.

I was brought to the hospital, for the first time through some unknown and good people, and I woke up with the face of my sister smiling at me with her eyes in extreme pity of me.

Nobody knew what exactly happened and what the reason is of driving fast that night was. Only you, readers are the ones who know this. I asserted I was drunk, but I really was not as the doctor was saying.

But I never wished to die. I maneuvered the motorcycle so as not to hurt myself more. I want to give myself a lesson, physically hurt myself a little because If I cry more and more, I'm only hurting my heartbreak-shattered heart -- and I know my body can take it longer, but my heart can't.

Perhaps, I've gone numb of all these and this time, after the fateful accident, I'll never love again.

Introducing, my Partner in Crime.

Before you read on, allow me to clarify: I AM NOT INTO DANCESPORT. =)

The recently concluded University dancesport competitions in NORSU is worth not only for a simple come-and-watch but its really worth the watching-all-over-again. But it's not only because the competitors blew our minds and put us all in great and awestruck hush in our amazement, but simply because the "she" won it ALL OUT!

These two friends of mine showed me what real dancing is. I may not be into dancing, but watching them groove, i guess I'd be into working in for a practice hopefully.

Michelle was desperate to make it that she even had a hard time convincing me to invite Michael, Dennis and Bryan, my three close friends from outside. Good thing they win, else, I'd get into a shameful situation. =) =)

But it was a special and pensive night to me and my bestfriend, because I know how much she loves dancing.. She may have proved to many how great she could be. But being her bestfriend, I know there's really much more to say.

Here's a picture of her that I've kept a hardcopy in my closet:

She's my partner in crime. She knows both the dimmest and lightest side of me. We share the same thoughts that in fact, we need no word to say but just a wink of an eye, an expression on the face and a gesture to relay a message. I would have become Michelle Eleccion If I were a girl. =)

We talk like there's no tomorrow and we see each other as If we've not see each other for a very long time. She's even been mistakenly tagged as my girlfriend for the Nth time now.

Before, i was think there is nothing really special with this beautiful woman except the fact that she knows how to dance. But there is something that puts us in place together - something really the same that makes us stop after long hours of talking about almost everything and say, and we obliviously chorus, "Bestfriend jud tikaw."

My bestfriend's beauty and grace speaks of her intelligence and talent, and her intelligence and talent speaks of her generosity and wisdom.

And for that, "Bes, " NORSU system's dancer, (ehehe) I count you one of the best women of my life.

"I am just sooo proud of yah!"




Royalty ambisyozo
Copyright 2008

Bisyoso Ako!

Ambiyoso is finally here!

Aside from blogroyalty web logs, I have just created another blogsite (this one) to relinquish the other side of my personality through my postings, aside from being a royalty (kuno) in my own light. The 3 words that just spurred from my mind while typing this posts are, perhaps, enough to distinguish and describe myself, as a being, entirely:

Ambigious. I'm gonna crack it! My being is somehow vague to most people who knew me. Some are puzzled of even the most commonly observable attitudes and character that I possess. Ambiguous - in the sense that I have, for all these days, kept alot of things that I have reserved and kept. And this time, in this page, I shall open it all up.

Ambitious. Not a bad thing! Nothing to really explain further. I have been sinking into an obsessively illusive dream of being a royalty, and that, alone, speaks how ambitious i could get.

Vicious. A bad, good thing. Vice or being vicious for me does not necessarily mean having the nature or quality of vice or immorality as merriam webster defines it. But I could be dangerously aggressive, or marked by violence or ferocity.. My vice though is marked by being obsessively ambitious and i'm definitely thinking much (a vice) of dreaming of many things that may come along the way in the near tomorrow.

Yeah, those three things do speak of me. Whatever it is... I can't write something here anymore.
I'm ambiguously, ambitiously, vicious. BE COOL!

Why Can't Love be Fair?

My bestfriend CeeJ never learned his lesson - never to get too attached to an uncertain love. But he was too sure it was the love he was needing in his lifetime, even changing his entire life was the harshest thing he has decided upon, after hearing the words, "Let's just be friends."

He gave up. Perhaps, just almost. But seeing him bruised and scathed, I think he had just given everything up - his life, his time, his priorities to have a love perfect. He has told me often about how happy he was - like how eloquent he delivered his report at school, or how grateful he was with his newly styled haircut (even if it looks like the worst Halloween hairdo).

But he was the happiest person I've known. He was good to his friends, even good as a person, as a student, as a son. But I learned from him that not all good people get good lives.

But lately, there was a different story I have heard - it was as If my bestfriend was seeing someone that i guess, he was extremely sure of. He admitted that she was different among all he have had loved. That time, I came into believing that my bestfriend has finally found that one true love. I came into believing that not all his stories closes in a tear-jerking stage drama.

He have tried and failed, and then failed, and failed again.

Time shifted its path again for my bestfriend that I even get tired of all his seemingly unending stories. I heard enough of what Ceejay has to say. I was his soul-partner. He talks to me like there's no tomorrow. He taps my back when he wants to say something or even question me again, "Why can't love be fair?"

But I always believed in him. For my bestfriend, forgetting her is the hardest thing to do but he knows that forgetting her won’t be the hardest by the time he rebuilds his life again.

How lucky I am for not having experienced love at all even if I look pretty gorgeous.


-Oozer, the ambitious motorcycle