And so we danced

In the soft stage

With laces and ribbons

We conquered

That small space

Dancing the rumba

Horizontally

I resigned.

The sad there was... uhm let me think. Oh well, there's nothing sad for it afterall! Haha! No more force overtimes and restless days. No more adapting to the 'brats' in the office that I don't really know how to mingle with their restless actions. No more hassles in the Taft Avenue traffic jam. Plus no more break-even lifestyle (the state of being nearly poor!). All those stuffs makes my resigning event a very happy and fulfilling one.

Got a new job right now but sad to say I cannot share more about it for confidentiality reasons. All I can say is that, I am now relieved and satisfied with my current job and I am sure I will stay and grow in this new company I am now calling home.

Haha!

I celebrated my birthday with a bang. BANG! Ouch! I almost die about how humongous my spendings are! Starting from my morning routine of buying pandesal (12 pieces x 1.25 each = Php. 15) for breakfast and the morning paper (PDI-Php.18) my cousin and I pack up to the Libertad market. We rode the usual public utility jeepney (7.5per head x 2 = Php. 15) to our destination. Ok. So we are at the middle of the trade of all the raw goods I am planning to serve on my birthday. We started to buy 2 dressed whole chicken for the chicken marinade (Php. 260). We then move on to the beef section. It's totally a very hard decision if we are going to buy ground beef for the Spaghetti of just a plain corned beef instead. I realized that it would be better to buy ground beef due to my animalistic instinct that the taste of the sauce might suffer. So ok, we bought 1/2 kilo of beef (Php. 85) and asked the vendor to grind it for us with no extra charge. We then bought onions of about 1/2 kilo (Php. 22.5) and a sachet of pepper (Php. 5). My cousin said that I might be considering to add additional menu for my birthday like buying extra beef for a beefsteak. Hmm, the sound of the menu made me realize it would be a nice idea but how many kilo of beef do we have to buy? 1/2? 1 kilo? Well, again we toured the beef section passing the old lady stall where we bought 1/2 kilo of beef until we suddenly stop at a nearby stall where we see the existence of a red and fresh beef. We asked the vendor in charge.

my cousin: "Magkano kilo ng baka?"
vendor: " 220 na lang sa inyo!"
my cousin (shocked): "Ha? Ang mahal!"
vendor: "200 na lang ayaw niyo pa rin?"

We leave the place laughing and discussing how high the price of the beef the vendor is offering until we had found a stall selling beef for only Php. 160 per kilo. We got the beef sliced as a steak in no time. We saved about 4o pesos.

We also bought a pack of salt for 5 pesos and a plastic juice container for Php. 150 on which we negotiated for a bargain from a price of Php. 220. well, I still feel that the regular price is lower than what we really be expecting.

Next stop, is my haircut. I have to go to the cheapest barber shop within the market in order for me to save lots of money. Within the insides of the wet market, I shell out Php. 25 for a barber's cut.

Same goes again with the process, We rode a jeepney all the way to Fahrenheit (THE MAY DAY BIRTHDAY VENUE). This is just to leave all our wet market purchases and make necessary initial preparations of all the menu. Of course, the chicken should be well cleaned and the other ingredients should be well set.
We walked our way to the nearest grocery store in our place which is the "Cash and Carry'. The store actually has an image of being "high prices" but still I have no choice whatsoever because I have no time to find any cheaper stores. Alright, here are my shopping purchases:

1 kilo Beefies Hotdog -114
1 kilo Spaghetti Sauce -109.7
1 Fuji Apple -23.1
Reno Liverspread @ 2 -25
Axion Lemon -24.95
1 Orange Fruit -22.35
Sprite 1.5 Liters -31
1 kilo Tomato Sauce -56.4
Bread Crumbs -26.25
Pineapple Orange in Can -84.9
Loaf Bread @ 2 -52.2
Olsen Loaf -35
1 kilo Spaghetti -53.1
Pineapple Sliced -50.2
UFC Catsup -21.8
Chicken Marinade -42.5
Minola Cooking Oil 500ml -32.7
Eden Cheese 500g -72.9

It's a very difficult part for me shelling out money in that grocery store that we really spent our time comparing prices. Some goods are actually priced lower but then with lesser weight! That's a nice strategy alright but we cannot be fooled. I bought also one Gilbey's Gin for my Punch. After the extreme shopping experience we hailed a sikad (Php.15)and I let my cousin to ride her way together with the goods to Fahrenheit while I walk my way back to my boarding house to take my bath and fix up for the coming birthday bash. I grabbed my new set of clothes: a green shirt and a humble pair of jeans.

It's really hot and I don't even think of walking along with the heat so I rode a jeepney instead (Php.7.5). Arriving at Fahrenheit I bought 5 gallons of water (Php.40), 2 packs of ice cubes (Php.20), 2 Eggs (Php.8), Film (Php.79) and 2 Batteries (Php.40).

ALL IN ALL I SPENT 1, 969.55 PESOS.

But to sum it all and ignoring my worries regarding how my wallet got so thin after the 'MAY DAY' I really had a very wonderful time. I am in fact happy that I experienced celebrating my birthday with my closest relatives for the first time. You know, I already been celebrating my birthday way back in the province but it's just so simple as having a menu of pasta and drinks just enough for the whole household. Even though I would want to invite guests, I still couldn't for they are miles away from our house or perhaps I don't have any close friend after all. It really sounds dramatic but it is true. And please don't think that I am again beginning to pity myself for such a situation because I don't even think about it. Let's just say that during those harsh time nobody wants to join me in celebrating my birthday except my family.

How happy I was during this day I call "May Day". Indeed I am happy. That's what money can't buy.

“A hero is the fruit, soul, and love of a country. A country without a hero is like a tree without any fruit, a body without life and a heart without love “ "Un héroe es la fruta, el alma, y el amor de un país. Un país sin un héroe está como un árbol sin cualquier fruta, un cuerpo sin la vida y un corazón sin el amor" – JOSE P. RIZAL

I first heard about Rizal when I was just Grade 1. That was the time that I didn’t knew anything about him or even knowing that he is the greatest Malay ever born. All I knew, Rizal was the pambansang bayani with pambansang ibon, pambansang punongkahoy, pambansang bulaklak, pambansang hayop and other pambansang stuffs teacher usually taught us.

In other words Rizal serve as just one of my required data to be memorized because my teacher might hit me with her chalk or worse forced me again to stand by the blackboard all day long if a failed to answer her so called recitation. It was indeed a silly experience that a fellow like me was being treated like that. There was also a time when my teacher got mad at me due to very serious offense and threw an eraser right at my head. That would be the usual thing that might happen to me when I would say that her lessons are boring and doesn’t make sense. Even the deepest times of our Grade one lesson, I really cannot visualize Jose Rizal as our national hero. His picture was beside the sampaguita and the maya. That’s all I can remember. In fact, what’s the sense of knowing Rizal as our pambansang bayani, maya as our pambansang ibon, narra as our pambansang punongkahoy, kalabaw as our pambansang hayop and sampaguita as our pambansang bulaklak. Will I be able to play more at the park?

My travel experiences with my Mom during our visit to my Lola in Manila just before I graduated elementary, gave me a chance to visit the neighbors of maya and sampaguita. The pambansang bayani was at the monument and mysteriously being guarded by immovable guards. The simple existence of those immovable guards at the monument amaze me and realize how this pambansang bayani is more than maya and sampaguita.

The monument likewise served as my opening sight of how Rizal died because of a serious crime on which my mother said “due to his love of our country.” My heart leap a bit when I knew he just didn’t die but rather killed by gunshots – a thrill that made me remember my favorite action films I used to watch. But then when thinking about the old book, I wondered what the kalabaw, maya, and sampaguita did to make it our national celebrities.

FRUIT. When I stepped high school, my mind as expected broaden some more knowledge of Sciences, Mathematics, Music, Economics, English, and History. It is not a single doubt that I excel in most of our subjects except in History. My teachers usually gave me just an average score for not memorizing the years and inputs from the required text of reference.

Amidst my weakness in History, I met another two books of Rizal – the Noli and the Fili that served as a requirement in our History lesson. This is the time I knew more about our national hero. He was such a genius and I named him as “ekselente!” in most of our group studies. Honestly speaking, I was indeed touched by the books. It brought me numerous flashback memories and insights about my grade school teachers who in most of my readings resembles to the personality of the wicked teacher of the novel.

Through those books, I likewise imagined how Rizal changed my life as a person and opened my mind on what principles in life and education should be. Indeed that our hero serves a fruit right intended for the proper methods of teaching, to bring human right awareness and right for education.

His famous saying that “The youth is the hope of our fatherland,” stored in my memory not just a part of my quotation collection but also a part of my life of realizing my importance as a person who pays tax in our society. I then quit on thinking that I am useless. I knew that I could make a difference and contribute even in my most simple ways. Even my boss said that even just paying taxes and following the law would be relevant enough for the country. Indeed that the country needs me and the country needs me too. I am not just a mere player of the country but a hope for the society.

SOUL. The UP education gently brought me to a higher pitch of learning the man behind the Noli and the Fili. Aside from knowing again that he was “ekselente!.” I realize that for the past years of reading his brilliant works and writings, I neglected the fact that he is still like a normal person that commits mistakes, fails, and acts like the way I do. He has emotions and also cries. That made me to know that we are similar in some extent. The only one that differs is our intellectual capacity.

In my personal realization, because of Rizal, I had touch a part of my brain to prejudge a person for doing a wrong thing. Rizal was a gambler in his days and a “chick boy” material although those points were still debatable nowadays but those points were not a mere reason to make him a lesser person and not capable of being a hero.

The real personality of the person is not by his behavior but by his soul – the one that our national hero possesses. He has a soul for our country that continuously floats into the air that he slowly let it to be offered as part of our country’s life. It is not about the wines, the tobaccos, the women, the looks, and the behavior. What matters is the way a person floats for his principle and not for others. Standing in my own belief would be the greatest lesson Rizal had taught me. The lesson is about voicing out my concerns if I knew I was left out or maltreated in any situations. Ignorance to reality is the way I always avoid. Making myself informed and familiar with my environment is the way I used to do now. As a journalist and as former member of a campus paper, I ensure that my floating soul would be of work to let people well informed and proactive rather than reactive in various issues concerning our country. I really made a legacy to make me a way for the general public to visualize where they are and what are the things happening in their location that may affect them.

LOVE. Indeed that my history is full of Rizal-inspired stories that made me realize how Rizal shaped my life as a responsible citizen of this country. But how my life shaped won’t be like this is also due to those similar stories of my kababayans that also became part of my life being a Filipino citizen. They also possess fruit, soul, and love ingredients of being a hero. I am inspired. They were also inspired. There are these government employees that continue to be of service to the people. There are those industrial workers of the city to give us the food we eat and survive. There are those utility workers who keep the city or barangay clean amidst the rain or excessive heat of the sun. There are those vendors in the market who serves the people all day with fresh fish and vegetables. There are those teachers and professors who guide their students and let them gain knowledge. There are those parents who continuously develop their children's minds for the future. And lastly, there are those like me who work at a certain bookstore to pay taxes every 15th and 30th of the month, and writing stuffs in this blog who is just like Rizal, a hero.

Somalia

Mula sa tigang
Na buhanging pinapangingas
Ni haring araw,
Nangagbulagta ang
Mga murang sikmurang
Pinagdamutan ng
Tinapay at tubig.

Bakit pa nga naman
Sila maglalaro
Ng taguan o trumpo,
Eh katumbas naman
Ito ng lakas
Ng kwarentang
Mga tulo ng tubig
Mula sa mga gripo
Ng mga edukada't edukado
Ng Aprika?

Tama ngang kumurap
Na lang sila ng kumurap
Na katumbas lamang
Ng lakas ng
Isang masarap
Na pinatuyong dilis
Kaysa gumastos
Pa ng iilang lakas
Na katumbas ng
Sobra pa
Sa kwarentang
Mga tulo ng tubig
Sa pagpagpag ng mga
Nangagpiyestang mga langaw
Sa mga galis nilang
Nananatiling basa
Sa kabuuan ng
Maladisyertong Somalia.

I'm confused. What really is the work of a true marketing assistant?

I used to think that I am not really performing to the best of what I am capable of doing. You know, I've been a marketing assistant of central books for 6 months already and I seem to be ignorant with the real-time concept of the field of marketing. Or am I really in the field of marketing? Take for example my recent job as a jack-of-all-trades multi-tasking highly skilled sales/administration employee in Glorietta and main branch in Quezon City. My job description is totally fully general in its sense that I often end up idle in a spot waiting for customers in Glorietta or trying to search for anything to do in Quezon City (just to tell the hidden cameras that I am such a hard working freak). I do act as a sales staff and converse a bit to tell tales to customers about how our books are clearly printed and perfectly binded aside from flooding them with different sets of brochures and offers. I do also computer reports and other typing jobs since (sad to say) my co-employees had limited knowledge for such technology. Alright. Marketing might also mean handling sales and doing the verbal flowering conversation with different sorts of people, but where can I go aside from that? I thought of a marketing assistant as formulating strategies and working with a team of marketers to boost sales and increase the image of the company. BUT and another BUT I know that what I wanted to happen is not applicable in my company. Why? It is simply because there ARE only 2 marketing employees existing and it is me and my boss.

Yup.

So you might as well digest my point. Is being a jack-of-all trades person equates to being a marketing assistant?

Maybe I am not supposed to be called as a marketing assistant but a mere assistant of the assistant. It is just that I am called as a marketing assistant for the sense that I am under the marketing manager which I do assists giving leaflets to law schools, marketing our publish on demand, editing marketing articles and manning book fairs and exhibits.

Wait.

Let me think.

[hypothalamus] ----- [thalamus]

Ok.

I cannot think for more. It's just that I want to be a script writer instead.

I'd like to share a court proceeding scenario of a rape case from the Supreme Court Reports Annotated Volume 469 or 469 SCRA 658-662.. The rape victim is a 12 years old girl and the accused is her own father. The child is said to be first raped when she was only 10 years old. I felt so bad while reading such article and realized that it is really happening (since I only see it in the movies).

(The victim by the way is only 12 years old when she narrated to the court the violations of her person.)

For rape committed in September 1993:

Q: "When was the first time that he committed sexual assault upon you?"

A: "September 1993."

COURT: "No specific date?"

A: "I cannot remember, Ma'am."

Q: "Can you remember how old are you at that time?"

A: "10 years old, Ma'am."

...

Q: "So, after he removed your T-shirt, bra and panties and shorts, what happened next, if anything happened?

A: "He asked me to lie face down. Pinadapa po niya ako."

Q: "After he asked you to lie face down. what happened next?"

...

(The witness is crying.)

A: "He inserted in my anus --- ipinasok niya ang titi niya sa puwet ko."
...

Q: "Did you tell anybody about what happened to you?"

A: "No, Ma'am."

Q: "Why not?"

A: "Because I was afraid of my father."

Q: "Why are you afraid of your father?"

A: "Because he might hurt me."

Q: "After that incident in September 1993, do you recall any other incident that occurred?"

A: "There is, Ma'am."

Q: "When was it?"

A: "After a few days after the first incident."

...

Q: "After he entered your room, what happened next?"

A: "He laid beside me and he removed my clothes."

...

Q: "What did your father do with the clothes he was wearing?"

A: "He removed his clothes"

Q: "After removing his clothes, what happened next, if any?"

A: "We were lying in my bed and he asked me to lie on my side -- pinatagilid niya ako."

Q: "After he asked you to lie down on your side, what happened next, if any?"

A: "He asked me to raise my right leg and placed it on his side because he was then lying on his side."

...

Q: "After he asked you to place your right thigh over his left thigh, what happened next, if any?"

A: "He inserted his penis into my organ.


For rape committed on December 29, 1995:

Q: "On December 29, 1995, do you remember of any unusual incident that happened?

A: "There was, Ma'am."

Q: "What is that incident?"

A: "I was raped by my father on that day."

Q: "Where were on that day when you said he raped you?"

A: "I was then at the kitchen of our house."

...

Q: "What were you doing at the kitchen at that time?"

A: "I was then sitting at our dining set."

Q: "What about your father, what is he doing?"

A: "He was cooking."

Q: "What happened while sitting at the dining set, if any?"

A: "He told me to approach him."

...

Q: "After you approached him, what happened next?"

A: "I was leaning then at the kitchen sink and he asked me to embrace him."

...

Q: "What happened after you embraced him?"

A: "After that, he raised my T-shirt."

Q: "After raising your T-shirt, what happened next?"

A: "He held my breast."

...

Q: "After that, what happened next?"

A: "He kept kissing my breast."

Q: "How many times did he kiss your breast?"

A: "Many times."

...

Q: "What happened next after he kissed your breast?

A: "He put my shorts down."

Q: "After putting your shorts down, what happened next, if any?"

A: "He also put down my panties."

Q: "After putting down your panties, what happened next, if any?"

A: "He held my organ."

...

Lawyer 2: "At this juncture, Your Honor, may we request witness to be more specific with respect to organ."

Q: "When you say 'organ', what do you mean?"

A: "Pekpek."

COURT: "Proceed."

A: "After he held my vagina, he also put down his shorts and briefs."

Q: "After putting down his shorts and briefs, what happened next?"

A: "He inserted his penis to my vagina."


For attempted rape committed on January 1, 1996:

Q: "Do you recall of any incident that happened on January 1, 1996 3:00 to 4:00 PM?"

A: "We were in our sala on the sofa."

Q: "When you say 'we', who are those you are referring to?

A: "Me and my father."

...

Q: "While you and your father were in the living room and on the sofa, what happened?"

A: "While we were on the sofa, my father was then raising my T-shirt and kissing my breast."

Q: "What were you wearing at that time?"

A: "Shorts, T-shirt, bra and panties."

Q: "What did your father do with your shorts, T-shirt and bra?"

A: "He raised them."

Q: "How about your father, how was he dressed at that time?"

A: "Shorts and T-shirt.

Q: "After raising your bra and T-shirt, what happened next?"

A: "While he was kissing my breast, we were already lying on the sofa, then he went on top of me."

Q: "After he went on top of you, what happened next, if any?"

A: "He was forcing to insert his penis while we were still wearing shorts."

Q: "So, you mean to say, you were still wearing shorts at that time?

A: "Yes, Ma'am."

Q: "What happened next when he was forcing to push his penis to your vagina?"

A: "It did not push through because my mother suddenly arrived."

....

Ok. It been a very long trial though and what happened at the end was sentencing his father reclusion perpetua and DEATH.

Right now I have a blocked mind. I am having the feeling of nothingness like a trying hard dumb writer that thoroughly stares on a white plain blank page. That's exactly what I am feeling right now; I don't know how to think properly, I don't know how to digest the contents of any book that I could grab; I don't know how to react in any comments of a customer, and it is just that I don't know what I am doing or suppose to do.

I likewise cannot think of anything worth thinking. In other words, my mind is no longer cooperative that something might have been transforming my brain to be so dumb frozen. Every time I thought of something, I immediately wrestle to another image that is so broad and completely senseless. For instance, while I am busy waiting for customers to come (which normally took for ages and years), I usually imagine a dog that meows and a cat that barks behind the shelves; when an old woman is walking to the store (just passing by but not my customer I am sure), I imagine her to have 13 penises and one vagina; when a man passes by, I imagine him in ice skating shoes while in an asphalted road; or in my deepest sense of idleness when my spirit moves out of my physical body, I could imagine a guy who is forcing himself to write something by the computer with a bleeding nose for his mind cannot cooperate. Well these are the things that keeps on blocking my mind and prevents me from thinking more sensible. I think I am getting to be like a jerk.

Wait.

I am not a jerk shit. It's just I don't really know what to say. I don't have any idea to share in this space.

[space]

What would the reason be? Maybe there is just something I must be thinking and that something I am thinking is something I used to think when I am thinking of something.

Great.

I hope I am making sense here.

Trapik


Dahil po sa mga berdeng
Papel na mas berde pa
Sa mga tinda naming
Mga lantang gulay,
Ibinalot ako
Ng nanay sa kahon
Papuntang Disneyland.

Biruin nyo po,
Isang linggong mahigit lang
Ng bahay-bahayan sa loob
Ng kahong pumapaypay
Ang init at sikip
Sa mga murang sikmurang
Walang laman kundi hangin,
Kinalabit na kami
Ng Disneyland?
(Ay Disneyland na pala?)
Yehey Disneyland!

Syet.

Dito po pala sa Disneyland
Nangagpila ang mga momo!
Nakahubad si Miki Maws,
Namimilit si Donald Dak,
Nanghihipo si Papay,
At manyak ang mga Seben Dwarps.
Nakakatakot po pati
Ang mga laway
Nila Gopey at Pluto
Na bumabaha sa kama
Ko't kumakalawang
Sa mga kadenang naging
Pulseras ko na noong una pang
Pagdating ni Ursula
Sa madilim kong lungga.

Naku po!
Para tuloy akong
Si Litil Mermeyd na binibingwit
Ng mga puchang momo
Ng paulit-ulit
Ng paulit-ulit
Ng paulit-ulit
Mula sa aking hawlang
Isang berdeng papel
Bawat bingwit dito po
Sa Disneyland Bar.

The above poem was inspired by the book of Mr. Armando Ang entitled: "Child Abuse: A Growing Menace." (The book is available at Central Books Glorietta 3 2nd Floor Inside Goodwill Bookstore at 500 pesos only). The author discusses child abuse by subdividing it into 14 parts such as: 1. Child Abuse at Home; 2. Child Labor; 3. Child Prostitution; 4. Child Sacrifice; 5. Child Slavery; 6. Child Soldier; 7. Drug, Tobacco, and Alcohol; 8. Child Education; 9. Juvenile Justice System; 10. Pedophilia and Homosexuality; 11. Clergy Sex Abuse; 12. Child Pornography; 13. Street Children; and (I hope I am not boring you ok?) 14. Entertainment Industry. From these 14 topics, the one that strucked me the most is the topic regarding Child Prostitution specifically child trafficking. I want to quote this paragraph from Ang's book:

"Child Trafficking for sexual exploitation is considered the worst form of child labor anywhere in the world. In fact, it is one of the fastest growing business in the world, especially in the developing countries because these children are desperate, cheap, and readily available."

It's really shocking that children as young as 12 is for sale; or traffickers just offer the parents money and 'promises' of education for the girls or a new skill or good paying job. Once they are taken out of the homes, they are brought to faraway places and even out of the country and sold to pimps in brothels, bars, restaurants, massage parlors and other sex businesses. Once they are in the brothels, the adolescent girls are kept locked up until the first customer buys their virginity for approximately $500. Every sex from her first customer makes her price depreciate of about $2. There are also instances that the owner of the child will divirginize her first before selling it to pimps. Sounds cruel huh? But this is real shit; and we must be really aware that it is indeed happening.

What if the child refuses to a crook to become prostitutes? Well, learn the techniques. They will torture the child and keep in captivity for a time until she willingly become prostitutes. Now what are these tortures that I am talking about? These are beatings, threatening with throwing acid on her face, locking up chained in a room and starved until her resistance wanes; also are electric shocks, and other brutal tortures that could lead to death.

Tragic.

Now these tragic things inspired me of writing a poem to share the sad fate of those abused children neglected of their rights to have better lives to other bloggers and surfers of the world . I want you guys to be really aware about their situation and help them if you have a way of doing so. We must find a way to help those abused children specifically those of Asia like the Philippines because it is from these countries poverty is common and a good shit source of the most cheap and highly available stock of innocent lives.

By the way, according to Progress of Nation 1995 Report to the UNICEF, the Philippines is fourth in the source of child sex trafficking in the world.

I have just received the sign of Ash Wednesday. It is a set of two crooked cross strokes of black dirt in my forehead that don't make me feel anything except if I would see myself in a mirror. "X what's that? Kulto?" (Whatever way I express it in words in front of the mirror, I still love it. I am weird though.)

I don't know what's with me that I really like to have the Ash sign. Maybe it's all because I never had any Ash Sign ever before OR maybe because I never go to church or believe in any religious things. Ya right. I never go to church EXCEPT in worse situations --- like burials, weddings, or store blessings. weeeeeeeeeeee! Yipeeeeeeeee! Ok, enough of that -- back to Ash sign. Ok. I got the sign after the mass here in Glorietta Mall (Of course, I must skip from work and leave Kuya Romy behind for a little while). Please don't think that I attended the said mass for God sake. I just went there for the purpose of having such sign.

Dust to dust. Ashes to ashes.

I love the concept. Why? Because I remember death. This is the thing that really fascinates me because I don't know what is death in the first place. All I know, we will all die. Yup but not exactly at the same
time. (Except of course if a huge asteroid bigger than the earth will kill as all). Hahahaha! Shit.

When it comes to my personal opinion, I find the Ash sign concept cool especially when I'll find myself walking amidst all those people who haven't got the sign as almost telling them that: "Hey! I got the sign folks! Sounds cool huh?"

By the way, Why are we from dust? Hmmm, it seems we need the sciences here. Alright. We are from dust because of the mere fact that we will be decomposed to several pieces when we die. Although our skeletons will remain, our flesh will not last and thus will join the soil or will be dust in general sense of the word. Well, the hell those sciences. What I would just surely believe is the fact that when I die I'll be dust because I would want myself to be cremated.

Now your laughing.