There comes a point in every movement, creed, race, religion, gender identity, or party where elitism reeks its ugly head. Elitism at its scariest is in the ironic twist when one's marginalization becomes the basis of self-righteousness, when the label of outcast becomes the basis of self-entitlement, and when even the mere choice of action becomes the basis of self-admiration.

Filipino horror movie titles are usually just a single word.

Pagpag. Sukob. Dalaw. Sigaw. etc. etc.

I swear I love that about horror movies here: you can make ANY word sound scary by putting it on an elaborately designed poster. Let test that shall we?

Suklay. Kape. Bintana. Solmux. Chicharon. Mani. Erpats. Beki.

Ayun! I just came up with Regal Films and Star Cinemas next line-up of films!

Similarly, Filipino romance movie titles are either song lyrics or song titles.

A Very Special Love, No Other Woman, Love Me Again, etc.

Seriously just get an old Bituin Escalate song and look at the lyrics and you've got yourself an entire FRANCHISE of Filipino romance movies!

"Kung Ako Nalang Sana Iyong Minahal."
"Kung Ako Nalang Sana Iyong Minahal 2: Di Ka Na Muling Mag-iisa."
"Kung Ako Nalang Sana Iyong Minahal 3: Di Ka Na Muling Luluha Pa."

GET TO WORK REGAL FILMS!!!

Don't let go of your humanity.

I don't view the "Seven Deadly Sins" as sins. I view them as natural elements of being human. Lust, greed, gluttony, wrath, sloth, envy, pride: are these not all observable characteristics of humanity albeit frowned upon? I do not condone them but neither do I condemn them if they are felt. We should not totally or utterly repress them, but merely temper them. Never give in to these things too often or too much but just deal with them as they come.

It's strange, we try to let go of these factors or ignore or forget about them as best we can. Because we fear hurting others or fear social backlash. But these are part of what makes us, us. It's our imperfections that make us human. And I wanna take in both the good and bad of humanity. We aren't gods.

The phrase "Catholic all-boys school" would appeal to several people as an institution where the most ideal, the most model and reputable of students and gentlemen are molded. This is of course far from the truth.

We were Catholic to the point of repressing certain ideas in favor of constant, repetitive indoctrination for a period of thirteen years. We were an all-boys school whose population consisted largely of assuming, sexually-repressed (and obsessed) alpha-males who flaunted their compensation-borne machismo. And we were a school whose initially-noble sense of pride had been twisted to fit and justify the idiocies of a delightlessly impudent student body.

'Til death do us part, and upon the earth, meet again.
'Til our bones turn ashen and to the soil make amends.

'Til our ashes hold in place the veins of nature.
'Til we become the abode of all creatures.

'Til the rain courses through us and seep into trees.
'Til we become the air that others breathe.

'Til we become the reason, the essence of life's breath.
Thus shall we accept the need for our death.

Despite my Atheism, I do acknowledge the presence and existence of things...other than human. I don't like using the term supernatural, but for lack of a better term, or rather for lack of a shorter title other than "entities in relative co-existence with humans who are of similar if not greater or lesser in degree of consciousness in this plane of existence", it's the term I tend to use. As my long description explained, I do believe that these "creatures", these "entities" are merely beings that are indeed there, whose angers and joys can be triggered just as well as those of humans. 
I think of it this way: the world we live in now is like Lord of the Rings.
We are humans who live in the world with elves, dwarves, goblins, orcs, ghosts, demons, and all sorts of "inhumanity" that may exist indeed. What I do not label them as is the title of "mystical" or "magical" or "ethereal" because that is one thing I cannot hope to even believe: the ability to bend reality (albeit this sounds really cool).
Instead, I believe that they exist in separate consciousnesses from ours, either higher or lesser or even perhaps on-par with ours, depending on their influence on us. I believe that minds, not just human minds, but even that of "non-humans" are so great to the point that they can transcend their own inabilities and manifest beyond the constraints of their relative existences. Ghosts, for example, are entities who I believe are not the disembodied souls of a deceased human, but rather the consciousness of a human or other being that has gone beyond its initial form due to the happenstance of death. With its physical vessel is stripped of a means to survive, the consciousness is forced to transcend the physical and exist in a state beyond that.

I recall an old idea I had coined before on the existence of bodily possessions from outside sources that relates to this topic.

The concept of ghostly and demonic possessions. Here's how I view it: the reason why ghostly possessions are relatively more "comfortable" and less violent than demonic possessions is because ghosts, the post-mortem manifestations of humans, have before already experienced being in a physical body. Same goes for the body the ghost happens to possess at the time. There is little struggle because the body is used to the feeling of having a consciousness in it. Of course, it only turns violent when the ghost possessing it forces its way in and the person to be possess fights against this "forced eviction". Now demonic possession, however, is more violent because human bodies are not used to a non-human consciousness being inside it. This is why humans feel extreme discomfort because, for lack of a better (and less innuendo-goading) term for it, it doesn't fit.

Think of the human body as a porcelain container of hot water.

Because of the long stay of the hot water in it, the temperature around, and whatnot, the vessel remains in relative harmony with the water, because it's used to it. But if a anti-thetical, very cold gush water is rushed or surged immediately into it, a massive struggle initiates and the vessel is susceptible to breaking. Such too, I believe, is the human body.

How again will the diamond shine?
In a luster others merely mime?
Or like a boding, foreign gleam
Upon the pages of untouched reams?
Perhaps a twinkling, brilliant shimmer
Like ticking sands that bury time?
Or maybe flames where others wither
Whose dirges are not worth a dime?
Eclipsed, I fear, is the returning dawn;
Eclipsed is the moon by the burning sun.
Again, I ask, you Crazy Diamond,
How again will you shine on?