Smokes. Clouds of smokes surround a dead body in the middle of ruins. This dead body, once beautiful, seeks justice.
Scars, wounds, broken bones, blood... The body jerks, eyes slowly open, strength caresses its palms as this body rises up from its own grave. It uses its arms to wipe off blood and eventhough it seems impossible to do so due to its wounded arms, this body is able to clean itself well and stand up on its own feet.
This has happened before. It is easier to regain strength the third time around.
Its skin grows thicker, its eyes grow wider, its claws grow longer, its heart becomes wiser.
Its heart. It's closed again.
The body's head opens, a blinding array of glowing dusts surrounded it. It lets its head do the walking, talking, and feeling. The heart was a big joke.
The body trudges the gothic ruins like a vagabond in solitude. Once again, it finds colors hidden in the corners of things in this ruins. These colors are sucked in by the head and it creates a magnificent display on the body.
Night and day make no difference as the ruins appear to be an endless time of cloudiness and entrapment. The body finds joy in the colors.
But then, another body arrives; A second body, a silhouette that attracts the first body for its presence. The second body arrives with more colors in its pockets and this makes the first body the happiest thing in the ruins.
But how can one trust a stranger? The first body knows not. And it does not care. It knows the colors given by the second body could be made up--illusions only made to temporarily feed the hunger of their amusement. The first one is not sure with its musings. Maybe this second one is REAL. The colors seem to glow in their mightiest.
Smokes clear the place, lights beam in, sky exhibits blue, and the body takes the colors, prepared once more for any possible tertiary blow, but at the same time, lets itself become vulnerable as its heart slowly breathes back to life... For what is a beggar in a world of uncertainty.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
E 51: A Morning With The Threesome
Hey, good morning. How's your head feeling? Here, have some coffee to get rid of that hang over.
You remember what happened last night? Yeah, it was sick. Well, if you've been with us for so long, you wouldn't think that my friends and I have a thing with each other. Everything is plain slapstick and way of kidding around.
Okay, yeah, I kissed Taylor, my best friend, but I can swear it was nothing--and will never be something. We don't eat friends. Haha! Yep, even when I laid down on top of Gabby, another close friend--it didn't offend her. She knows me and I know her. That's how CLOSE we are. Not that people have to kiss each other or touch each other's organs to show how comfortable they are with each other. But, this is just what we are in our circle. Actually, I started the whole CRAZINESS thing. When years went past, I became so confident with whatever whenever I'm with my buddies. We know that we don't have malice with each other, so we just do so many things that most people can't. Disclaimer: we don't do Ménage à trois nor do we have sex with each other-- that's like the thing we'll NEVER do with each other. You see, amidst all the sane insanity, we still know our boundaries.
How about if you try being like that to us? Nahh, it depends on how close we are to each other already.
Oh, we don't act like that to all of our friends. Usually now, it's Gabby, Taylor, and I. The others have kids already while one will be having her first. I kinda miss them. When we were complete, in the place we call "La Isla Bonita," we were as crazy as hell. We don't do illegal things but we really do so many crazy stuff. So now, it's usually the three of us plus some other friends. I guess that's life.
I'm sorry?
Aw, okay. Go to the bathroom, let that barf out.
You remember what happened last night? Yeah, it was sick. Well, if you've been with us for so long, you wouldn't think that my friends and I have a thing with each other. Everything is plain slapstick and way of kidding around.
Okay, yeah, I kissed Taylor, my best friend, but I can swear it was nothing--and will never be something. We don't eat friends. Haha! Yep, even when I laid down on top of Gabby, another close friend--it didn't offend her. She knows me and I know her. That's how CLOSE we are. Not that people have to kiss each other or touch each other's organs to show how comfortable they are with each other. But, this is just what we are in our circle. Actually, I started the whole CRAZINESS thing. When years went past, I became so confident with whatever whenever I'm with my buddies. We know that we don't have malice with each other, so we just do so many things that most people can't. Disclaimer: we don't do Ménage à trois nor do we have sex with each other-- that's like the thing we'll NEVER do with each other. You see, amidst all the sane insanity, we still know our boundaries.
How about if you try being like that to us? Nahh, it depends on how close we are to each other already.
Oh, we don't act like that to all of our friends. Usually now, it's Gabby, Taylor, and I. The others have kids already while one will be having her first. I kinda miss them. When we were complete, in the place we call "La Isla Bonita," we were as crazy as hell. We don't do illegal things but we really do so many crazy stuff. So now, it's usually the three of us plus some other friends. I guess that's life.
I'm sorry?
Aw, okay. Go to the bathroom, let that barf out.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
E 50: Eyes And Bee
In surprising circumstances, we usually experience something new that would either make us feel good or not. There will always be someoen who will suddenly come into your life who can either destroy you, inspire you, or both.
Out of random, you will have the chance to meet someone who will knock you off your feet. But the thing is, you've been hurt a lot of times. This time, you have no guarantee if you will again be the one left shedding tears. So, you hold back. But this someone makes you feel sooooo damn great and offers you all the sugar he or she can provide.
But still, you build a limitation. You know to yourself that you don't want to create the same mistakes you've done before. You're wiser now.
But this someone seems REALLY different among those who have come across your special personal space-a space you reserve for someone special. What's even greater is that this person proves you that he or she is worth the trust, even just by little gestures.
What can you do? You're on cloud 9. You can't stop thinking about this someonE. You really absolutely definitely certainly LIKE this someone. You know it's not love yet, but what's more important is that both of you are HAPPY. That alone can already strengthen your connection between each other.
It's not yet love, but it's something greater than just liking each other. It's a magnificent mystery--a different feeling resting in the middle of two labels of emotions. And it's damn GREAT.
You take the risk. You prepare to go to the next level. You become ready to let this someone into your life completely. Whatever happens, you want this person to be there for you, EXCLUSIVELY.
Sometimes, we're happy just the way we are with others. That's us. And no matter what others will say, as long as we're not fooling anybody, we'll enjoy each other. Right, Babeh?
Out of random, you will have the chance to meet someone who will knock you off your feet. But the thing is, you've been hurt a lot of times. This time, you have no guarantee if you will again be the one left shedding tears. So, you hold back. But this someone makes you feel sooooo damn great and offers you all the sugar he or she can provide.
But still, you build a limitation. You know to yourself that you don't want to create the same mistakes you've done before. You're wiser now.
But this someone seems REALLY different among those who have come across your special personal space-a space you reserve for someone special. What's even greater is that this person proves you that he or she is worth the trust, even just by little gestures.
What can you do? You're on cloud 9. You can't stop thinking about this someonE. You really absolutely definitely certainly LIKE this someone. You know it's not love yet, but what's more important is that both of you are HAPPY. That alone can already strengthen your connection between each other.
It's not yet love, but it's something greater than just liking each other. It's a magnificent mystery--a different feeling resting in the middle of two labels of emotions. And it's damn GREAT.
You take the risk. You prepare to go to the next level. You become ready to let this someone into your life completely. Whatever happens, you want this person to be there for you, EXCLUSIVELY.
Sometimes, we're happy just the way we are with others. That's us. And no matter what others will say, as long as we're not fooling anybody, we'll enjoy each other. Right, Babeh?
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
E 49: Condom
Sometimes, the word "okay" is not really okay. Okay has been a good affirmative response to things but there are times that this positive word contradicts itself.
"Just trust me."
"Okay."
"I'll be there at seven."
"Okay."
"I love you."
"Okay."
One cannot trust the hidden powers of the vague response A.K.A. O.K. It needs to be elaborated, something like "Okay, I think that's good."
Suddenly I thought of whether trust can be based on words. Will we trust anyone who tells us that he or she loves us? Is it enough for a partner to tell us that he or she will never cheat?
Words give assurance. Actions promote trust. I think that no matter how much we could see someone waves a flag of assurance that they're trustworthy, their ways of showing it will matter more. Words can escape our mouths and fade in the wind, but actions are engraved deep in our minds and hearts.
It is hard for one to trust. As what Beatris Saw stated in Pinoy Big Brother, "Trust is not imposed; it is earned." We undergo circumstances and they test how far one can go to prove another that one's trustworthy. But there are also times that we want to see someone prove it through something. I think that's good if the connection between two people are just beginning and one needs assurance that it is worth the friendship or relationship. Maybe that's why fraternities have initiation; they want to see how far one can go to earn their trust.
On the other hand, trust can be earned naturally. But what's harder to gain but probably the best thing to have is faith. There are times that we just need to have faith to people that we know. I don't know how, but faith is never explained.
Okay.
"Just trust me."
"Okay."
"I'll be there at seven."
"Okay."
"I love you."
"Okay."
One cannot trust the hidden powers of the vague response A.K.A. O.K. It needs to be elaborated, something like "Okay, I think that's good."
Suddenly I thought of whether trust can be based on words. Will we trust anyone who tells us that he or she loves us? Is it enough for a partner to tell us that he or she will never cheat?
Words give assurance. Actions promote trust. I think that no matter how much we could see someone waves a flag of assurance that they're trustworthy, their ways of showing it will matter more. Words can escape our mouths and fade in the wind, but actions are engraved deep in our minds and hearts.
It is hard for one to trust. As what Beatris Saw stated in Pinoy Big Brother, "Trust is not imposed; it is earned." We undergo circumstances and they test how far one can go to prove another that one's trustworthy. But there are also times that we want to see someone prove it through something. I think that's good if the connection between two people are just beginning and one needs assurance that it is worth the friendship or relationship. Maybe that's why fraternities have initiation; they want to see how far one can go to earn their trust.
On the other hand, trust can be earned naturally. But what's harder to gain but probably the best thing to have is faith. There are times that we just need to have faith to people that we know. I don't know how, but faith is never explained.
Okay.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
E 48: Jejeism
There was this question I heard a few years back during a recollection in college. The facilitator asked us what the first thing we do when we wake up in the morning is. Basically, we open our eyes, and many people answered that. The first person, though, who answered the question, said she would brush her teeth. Isn't it cool to have a sink beside your bed and not open your eyes first? On an interview on Channel V, Jessie J said she would check her phone. I'd say the same.
I got up this morning and checked my phone to find three messages pending to be read; two from a special person and one from someone not so special or even close to it. The messages from the special person were good morning greetings and some updates about this person's activities this morning. The other person only sent a quote about friendship.
I realized that as we grow up, the text messages we send and receive evolve. When we're high school teenagers, we receive love quotes, friendship quotes, jokes, and chain messages. When we go to college, we receive messages about our projects, thesis, and sleep-overs. And When we become adults, we receive only important messages. When an adult receives a message, it could only mean that someone's asking a question, someone's inviting him or her over, someone needs a help, and other important things you could think of.
Quotes are good, but there are those that we can categorize as "jejemon quotes." Those are the ones which have trite lines, have too simple thoughts, and usually, as the name applies, have odd spellings. It would be fascinating to share a bible verse or a saying from a famous person, but there are really quotes which we don't really want to give a damn at all because they don't lead us to epiphanies nor do they inspire us.
A few days ago, I received advice from my very good friend, H. If you could recall, he is the one I mentioned in one of my blogs here in 365. He told me something about trying to take the risk of loving again. His words were so great they seemed to be quotes handed down by many, and I don't mean jejemon quotes.
People change, and as we grow old, we realize what's more important to do even when we ping someone's phone. Now, I've got to reply to that special person. Quote erased.
I got up this morning and checked my phone to find three messages pending to be read; two from a special person and one from someone not so special or even close to it. The messages from the special person were good morning greetings and some updates about this person's activities this morning. The other person only sent a quote about friendship.
I realized that as we grow up, the text messages we send and receive evolve. When we're high school teenagers, we receive love quotes, friendship quotes, jokes, and chain messages. When we go to college, we receive messages about our projects, thesis, and sleep-overs. And When we become adults, we receive only important messages. When an adult receives a message, it could only mean that someone's asking a question, someone's inviting him or her over, someone needs a help, and other important things you could think of.
Quotes are good, but there are those that we can categorize as "jejemon quotes." Those are the ones which have trite lines, have too simple thoughts, and usually, as the name applies, have odd spellings. It would be fascinating to share a bible verse or a saying from a famous person, but there are really quotes which we don't really want to give a damn at all because they don't lead us to epiphanies nor do they inspire us.
A few days ago, I received advice from my very good friend, H. If you could recall, he is the one I mentioned in one of my blogs here in 365. He told me something about trying to take the risk of loving again. His words were so great they seemed to be quotes handed down by many, and I don't mean jejemon quotes.
People change, and as we grow old, we realize what's more important to do even when we ping someone's phone. Now, I've got to reply to that special person. Quote erased.
Monday, April 25, 2011
E 47: Trying to Step Up
One of my frustrations is to become good at dancing. Dancing is mu favorite physical activity but only a few people see me performing.
I thought of enhancing my skills in dancing when I have a chance so when my officemate Georgina found a free trial dance class, I came with her on its second day. The class was held in Palms Tower near home in a room beside a place where a "Praise and Worship" stuff was happening. Georgina told me that on the first day, she didn't find the dance class quickly and almost thought that the Praise and Worship event was actually it with all the singing and dancing.
We arrived early and waited a couple of minutes for some more people to come. The affiliation is just a baby so they were giving free trials for two weekends. George and I wanted to know three things: if it will help us develop our dancing skills, if it will be fun, and if we will look like fools when we start the dancing.
The teachers were almost the same age as ours. They told us to start stretching.
I don't know much stretching to I copied people nearby. Right then and there, I started to think that there would be a poor facilitation knowing that they could've helped us in stretching. Afterall, it is a CLASS.
The class started with an introduction of a song we were to dance with; it was an Usher song, R&B, and unpopular. The steps were so quick but being a little proud of myself, I was able to catch up a bit. There was a problem with moving because the tiny room was crowded. I even hit someone on the face; a tall and muscular guy with mohawk hair. I apologized and gladly, I left the place without a broken jaw.
When it was bottle break, the sweaty George and I decided to leave.
I thought it was going to be a class where one learns how to dance. Rather, it seemed to be a rehearsal/audition for a group of dancers. And there was poor teaching; the teachers were teaching everyone as if they're pros already. I could've joined, but it would be better to start from scratch where everyone is just the same: We all know how to dance but we want to enhance our skills in it. We need to be aware of those skills.
I thought of enhancing my skills in dancing when I have a chance so when my officemate Georgina found a free trial dance class, I came with her on its second day. The class was held in Palms Tower near home in a room beside a place where a "Praise and Worship" stuff was happening. Georgina told me that on the first day, she didn't find the dance class quickly and almost thought that the Praise and Worship event was actually it with all the singing and dancing.
We arrived early and waited a couple of minutes for some more people to come. The affiliation is just a baby so they were giving free trials for two weekends. George and I wanted to know three things: if it will help us develop our dancing skills, if it will be fun, and if we will look like fools when we start the dancing.
The teachers were almost the same age as ours. They told us to start stretching.
I don't know much stretching to I copied people nearby. Right then and there, I started to think that there would be a poor facilitation knowing that they could've helped us in stretching. Afterall, it is a CLASS.
The class started with an introduction of a song we were to dance with; it was an Usher song, R&B, and unpopular. The steps were so quick but being a little proud of myself, I was able to catch up a bit. There was a problem with moving because the tiny room was crowded. I even hit someone on the face; a tall and muscular guy with mohawk hair. I apologized and gladly, I left the place without a broken jaw.
When it was bottle break, the sweaty George and I decided to leave.
I thought it was going to be a class where one learns how to dance. Rather, it seemed to be a rehearsal/audition for a group of dancers. And there was poor teaching; the teachers were teaching everyone as if they're pros already. I could've joined, but it would be better to start from scratch where everyone is just the same: We all know how to dance but we want to enhance our skills in it. We need to be aware of those skills.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
E 46: Where Real Beauty Begins
People try their best to hide what's wrong with them. Whitening lotions, thick make-ups, and fake eyelashes have become common to be able to look good for everyone else. The world today has made marketing huge that even people market themselves by creating an image that would please others.
Sometimes, we forget that nobody's perfect and that there are parts of ourselves that we just have to live with because they just exist to be a part of who we are.
My forehead can contain a map of China for a good tattoo. My nose is HUGE that on a worm's eyeview, it's like seeing a hippo standing. My forehead can contain a new face. My elbow is probably a showcase of my inner darker soul. My forehead can be a space for nuclear testings. My skin has a lot of remembrance: one from Mossie the Mosquito, one from boo boo, some more from Mossie and her friend Kit. My forehead can contain a galaxy. Pimples have left signatures on some parts of my face. My armpits are sad
Despite all of these, I love myself. I get rid of them, but if circumstances don't allow, who cares?? My forehead doesn't contribute to the fall of the Philippine economy. My face doesn't worsen global warming.
Sometimes, people need to accept how they really are. Our imperfections make us unique. We are not created to be EVERYTHING that we want to be. Imagine a person who has everything right. You couldn't ask for more. But the perfection just makes it boring. And we don't need to look a certain way unless we all want to look alike.
I embrace my physical imperfections. They just show who I am: not really wealthy, not much interesting for the many, and a hot meal for bugs. I still aim for a better look, but if I want people to accept me, I need to accept myself first.
Sometimes, we forget that nobody's perfect and that there are parts of ourselves that we just have to live with because they just exist to be a part of who we are.
My forehead can contain a map of China for a good tattoo. My nose is HUGE that on a worm's eyeview, it's like seeing a hippo standing. My forehead can contain a new face. My elbow is probably a showcase of my inner darker soul. My forehead can be a space for nuclear testings. My skin has a lot of remembrance: one from Mossie the Mosquito, one from boo boo, some more from Mossie and her friend Kit. My forehead can contain a galaxy. Pimples have left signatures on some parts of my face. My armpits are sad
Despite all of these, I love myself. I get rid of them, but if circumstances don't allow, who cares?? My forehead doesn't contribute to the fall of the Philippine economy. My face doesn't worsen global warming.
Sometimes, people need to accept how they really are. Our imperfections make us unique. We are not created to be EVERYTHING that we want to be. Imagine a person who has everything right. You couldn't ask for more. But the perfection just makes it boring. And we don't need to look a certain way unless we all want to look alike.
I embrace my physical imperfections. They just show who I am: not really wealthy, not much interesting for the many, and a hot meal for bugs. I still aim for a better look, but if I want people to accept me, I need to accept myself first.
E 45: The Cycle of A Heart
In an unexpected time of your life, you find someone who just suddenly knocks you off your feet. This someone seems to pass most, if not all, of your criteria for someone whom you can love. This someone realizes that he or she feels the same way to you.
Butterflies fly away, your friends tease you to your lover, your lover uses great ways to express his or her feelings and you tend to meet each other halfway. Everybody thinks that the two of you are a perfect match. You believe it. With the highness you're feeling, you almost overlook flaws. Nothing else matters much because you are lying on a bed of roses. Yes, beginnings are sweet.
Complications arise and at first, they seem easy to fix. Slowly, these complications evolve, become worse, or, most of the time, just make you realize how blind you were not to know. And this affects you and your lover. You have fights. Then, you two become okay. You start to think that you two has become stronger.
You were both wrong. You two can't handle it together. Then, time comes that the two of you will separate; either one of you will give up or the two of you decide that it's not working anymore. Hearts break, tears fall, dreams shatter, and pain kills.
You find it hard to move on. You think that you don't want to love again. They're all the same. You're just going to be hurt. So, you close your heart.
A new one comes and you are back where you started. You think it's different, but you end up the same. And it goes on and on until your heart has become a battered whore.
Butterflies fly away, your friends tease you to your lover, your lover uses great ways to express his or her feelings and you tend to meet each other halfway. Everybody thinks that the two of you are a perfect match. You believe it. With the highness you're feeling, you almost overlook flaws. Nothing else matters much because you are lying on a bed of roses. Yes, beginnings are sweet.
Complications arise and at first, they seem easy to fix. Slowly, these complications evolve, become worse, or, most of the time, just make you realize how blind you were not to know. And this affects you and your lover. You have fights. Then, you two become okay. You start to think that you two has become stronger.
You were both wrong. You two can't handle it together. Then, time comes that the two of you will separate; either one of you will give up or the two of you decide that it's not working anymore. Hearts break, tears fall, dreams shatter, and pain kills.
You find it hard to move on. You think that you don't want to love again. They're all the same. You're just going to be hurt. So, you close your heart.
A new one comes and you are back where you started. You think it's different, but you end up the same. And it goes on and on until your heart has become a battered whore.
E 45: The Cycle of A Heart
In an unexpected time of your life, you find someone who just suddenly knocks you off your feet. This someone seems to pass most, if not all, of your criteria for someone whom you can love. This someone realizes that he or she feels the same way to you.
Butterflies fly away, your friends tease you to your lover, your lover uses great ways to express his or her feelings and you tend to meet each other halfway. Everybody thinks that the two of you are a perfect match. You believe it. With the highness you're feeling, you almost overlook flaws. Nothing else matters much because you are lying on a bed of roses. Yes, beginnings are sweet.
Complications arise and at first, they seem easy to fix. Slowly, these complications evolve, become worse, or, most of the time, just make you realize how blind you were not to know. And this affects you and your lover. You have fights. Then, you two become okay. You start to think that you two has become stronger.
You were both wrong. You two can't handle it together. Then, time comes that the two of you will separate; either one of you will give up or the two of you decide that it's not working anymore. Hearts break, tears fall, dreams shatter, and pain kills.
You find it hard to move on. You think that you don't want to love again. They're all the same. You're just going to be hurt. So, you close your heart.
A new one comes and you are back where you started. You think it's different, but you end up the same. And it goes on and on until your heart has become a battered whore.
Butterflies fly away, your friends tease you to your lover, your lover uses great ways to express his or her feelings and you tend to meet each other halfway. Everybody thinks that the two of you are a perfect match. You believe it. With the highness you're feeling, you almost overlook flaws. Nothing else matters much because you are lying on a bed of roses. Yes, beginnings are sweet.
Complications arise and at first, they seem easy to fix. Slowly, these complications evolve, become worse, or, most of the time, just make you realize how blind you were not to know. And this affects you and your lover. You have fights. Then, you two become okay. You start to think that you two has become stronger.
You were both wrong. You two can't handle it together. Then, time comes that the two of you will separate; either one of you will give up or the two of you decide that it's not working anymore. Hearts break, tears fall, dreams shatter, and pain kills.
You find it hard to move on. You think that you don't want to love again. They're all the same. You're just going to be hurt. So, you close your heart.
A new one comes and you are back where you started. You think it's different, but you end up the same. And it goes on and on until your heart has become a battered whore.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
E 44: Behave Friday
The streets are almost empty and the sun is glaring at everyone. There is a chorus of virtual silence among many houses and people seem to be found in hidden places. Later on, some of these people are found in a massive line of devoters following a car of a statue of the mourning Virgin Mary. This is the usual scene one usually encounters on a Good Friday.
Suddenly, I started wondering how one feels on that day. I'm guessing some would say that they feel sad because Christ died on that day. But for me, we must be thankful. This is the day that Christ was able to save us from our sins. It was the day when He did something that changed countless lives. Why should we be sad? His death was never a loss for Him nor for anyone. It was our salvation and He did that for us.
I may sound a little preachy now and this isn't the usual me. Actually, I was highly religious back when I was a teen and my second favorite subject in high school was Christian Living (because I studied in a Catholic school). Many thought that I would be a priest someday. But I ended up preaching in blogs instead.
I just can't take my beliefs away from me despite becoming skeptical in many things and having a more open mind. Still, I believe in one God and I love Christ. The rest is in question.
One thing I would like to question is why do we need to avoid taking a bath after the time that Christ died? Did He ever said we do that? Will that save us from our sins? No. That's just plain superstition and if I'm not mistaking, it is practiced only in the Philippines. Why do we have so many superstitions about not taking a bath? Are we trying to make an excuse when someone smells our odor?
No matter what, I'm going to take a shower beyond 3PM. God will still love me despite me disliking the damp season.
Suddenly, I started wondering how one feels on that day. I'm guessing some would say that they feel sad because Christ died on that day. But for me, we must be thankful. This is the day that Christ was able to save us from our sins. It was the day when He did something that changed countless lives. Why should we be sad? His death was never a loss for Him nor for anyone. It was our salvation and He did that for us.
I may sound a little preachy now and this isn't the usual me. Actually, I was highly religious back when I was a teen and my second favorite subject in high school was Christian Living (because I studied in a Catholic school). Many thought that I would be a priest someday. But I ended up preaching in blogs instead.
I just can't take my beliefs away from me despite becoming skeptical in many things and having a more open mind. Still, I believe in one God and I love Christ. The rest is in question.
One thing I would like to question is why do we need to avoid taking a bath after the time that Christ died? Did He ever said we do that? Will that save us from our sins? No. That's just plain superstition and if I'm not mistaking, it is practiced only in the Philippines. Why do we have so many superstitions about not taking a bath? Are we trying to make an excuse when someone smells our odor?
No matter what, I'm going to take a shower beyond 3PM. God will still love me despite me disliking the damp season.
E 43: Summer Bummer
Something in the air tells me that I should just go on with my sleep and I should stay at home. The way the sun shines these days is familiar and I remember being loved years back.
Ah, yes, it's friggin' summer.
I'm really not sure what but some invisible force keeps convincing me that I should not go to work. Luckily, I'm sane enough not to let that happen.
This is actually my first time to have no summer vacation. Last year, after being a teacher, I still had a few weeks for vacation before I got hired in my current company. I didn't notice that short time because I was too worried to become a bum.
A friend told me a few days ago that he's having a boring summer (being a student, who doesn't have a boring summer?). Imagine having no allowance and not being able to see your friends everyday. You'll run out of things to do. Not in my case when I was a student. A good book kept me having fun during the season.
Then, I told that friend that I got money BUT I don't have a summer vacation. It's just the same.
Well, kids, it's time to challenge yourselves. You can always seek for a new thing to do on a summer. Just go out and have a good time. Sometimes, you don't really need money to go to a mall (take it from a mall rat like me). Or you can do favors from your parents or relatives for a price. Or you can start reading something new. Or, start writing (nerdy suggestions--but they're good).
Summer, in Asian literature, is usually a symbol of youth. We have so much fun on a summer and it seems like the peak of it. So while it's summer, let's use our youthfulness and see how far we can go.
Ah, yes, it's friggin' summer.
I'm really not sure what but some invisible force keeps convincing me that I should not go to work. Luckily, I'm sane enough not to let that happen.
This is actually my first time to have no summer vacation. Last year, after being a teacher, I still had a few weeks for vacation before I got hired in my current company. I didn't notice that short time because I was too worried to become a bum.
A friend told me a few days ago that he's having a boring summer (being a student, who doesn't have a boring summer?). Imagine having no allowance and not being able to see your friends everyday. You'll run out of things to do. Not in my case when I was a student. A good book kept me having fun during the season.
Then, I told that friend that I got money BUT I don't have a summer vacation. It's just the same.
Well, kids, it's time to challenge yourselves. You can always seek for a new thing to do on a summer. Just go out and have a good time. Sometimes, you don't really need money to go to a mall (take it from a mall rat like me). Or you can do favors from your parents or relatives for a price. Or you can start reading something new. Or, start writing (nerdy suggestions--but they're good).
Summer, in Asian literature, is usually a symbol of youth. We have so much fun on a summer and it seems like the peak of it. So while it's summer, let's use our youthfulness and see how far we can go.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
E 42: Please Like
Facebook has made liking an easy thing to do on the Internet. With just one click, one can like a photo, a video post, or a status. It's easier clicked than done, I guess. But with the "Like" button, the term "like" has created a different meaning.
Before, it takes something pleasurable or enjoyable for us to like something. But with a simple click now on Facebook, one can already express the feeling of liking towards a specific stuff no matter how one feels about it. Afterall, where else can you find sharing of many things that can be interesting. One can instantly like a note that a friend wrote, or a funny TV ad via link on one's wall, or even a status of someone who just became single for the nth time. This probably makes us realize how positive one can be; there are so many things that we can like. Now, don't get me started on having a dislike button--who knows what that button will uncover.
I've received messages from friends telling me to "like" their photos, statuses, or fan pages. I usually respond with what I call the "magical question": WHY?
"Nothing, sir. Just like it."
And then I would not reply anymore. I would just check it out if I like it or not.
I just don't get the fact that there are people who force others to "like" their posts. I mean, you cannot LIKE something that you don't really LIKE, right? Not that Facebook has really changed the meaning of liking, but still, for me, I can't like something that is nothing for me. I only agree to press the like button when someone joins a contest and asks for "likes" to win--because I do LIKE them to win.
There is also a rise of a new mannerism, which is when people thank others for liking. Sure, it's cool to know that people like your posts but sometimes, there are feelings that do not require one's gratitude. People are not doing you a favor for liking your posts--they just like those posts. You can just be glad they liked it, but you don't have to comment on your own posts everytime someone clicks "like" to it. It just looks really foolish. And to remind people, when you comment on something to thank someone for liking, there is no notification to them that they will know that you thanked them. That's like so 2010.
Liking has surely gone virtual and I'm not really sure now how to define it. But surely, it's fun having to click posts just to express one's good feeling towards something. Facebook is trying to become everything (like Google), so it might as well start including human feelings in its features. Say, can we have not just "friends" list but also have a list of crushes online? Hmmmm.. How about a "shut up" button for annoying statuses?
Before, it takes something pleasurable or enjoyable for us to like something. But with a simple click now on Facebook, one can already express the feeling of liking towards a specific stuff no matter how one feels about it. Afterall, where else can you find sharing of many things that can be interesting. One can instantly like a note that a friend wrote, or a funny TV ad via link on one's wall, or even a status of someone who just became single for the nth time. This probably makes us realize how positive one can be; there are so many things that we can like. Now, don't get me started on having a dislike button--who knows what that button will uncover.
I've received messages from friends telling me to "like" their photos, statuses, or fan pages. I usually respond with what I call the "magical question": WHY?
"Nothing, sir. Just like it."
And then I would not reply anymore. I would just check it out if I like it or not.
I just don't get the fact that there are people who force others to "like" their posts. I mean, you cannot LIKE something that you don't really LIKE, right? Not that Facebook has really changed the meaning of liking, but still, for me, I can't like something that is nothing for me. I only agree to press the like button when someone joins a contest and asks for "likes" to win--because I do LIKE them to win.
There is also a rise of a new mannerism, which is when people thank others for liking. Sure, it's cool to know that people like your posts but sometimes, there are feelings that do not require one's gratitude. People are not doing you a favor for liking your posts--they just like those posts. You can just be glad they liked it, but you don't have to comment on your own posts everytime someone clicks "like" to it. It just looks really foolish. And to remind people, when you comment on something to thank someone for liking, there is no notification to them that they will know that you thanked them. That's like so 2010.
Liking has surely gone virtual and I'm not really sure now how to define it. But surely, it's fun having to click posts just to express one's good feeling towards something. Facebook is trying to become everything (like Google), so it might as well start including human feelings in its features. Say, can we have not just "friends" list but also have a list of crushes online? Hmmmm.. How about a "shut up" button for annoying statuses?
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
E 41: Ideal Opponent
What are fights for? Relationships (I mean connections between people, not just lovers) are boring without fights. In some ways, there are really times that we clash with others' opinions and thoughts.
I have experienced a lot of arguments. If there are ideal partners in a relationships, I have my own ideal debate opponent. On top of my standards is someone who has an open mind. One of my favorites is my friend Gabby. She doesn't argue for the sake of winning, but just to get her point across, which is what I also do.
In my experience, there are people who think that I just want to be the "right" one in arguments. That is never true. Not everything I say is correct. It just so happens that either I was indeed correct or the other just couldn't find a wormhole in my ground though there can be. When I defend myself, it doesn't mean I am always correct. I just give my point. But unlike some, I'm always ready to listen to the opposition at hand. And, I am ready to accept anytime that I'm wrong GIVEN the proper counter attack. There are just people who think that FIGHTS are for the sake of WINNING. Yes, somebody wins, but that's not the point of arguing. It's about hearing each other's side and discovering what's really right, and even compromising. To spot a person with a weak stand is some who:
1. Goes off-topic (i.e. Argument about who is a smarter student then the other just suddenly yells at you that you're gay)
2. Someone who resorts to violence because he or she just lost relevant and logical ammunition.
3. Someone who says "whatever," "fine," or "okay, you won." This annoys me the most because it reflects a closed mind from a person who stops listening because he or she just can't contradict you anymore and just wants to end the argument without compromising.
No wonder there are wars. It's because people start to act like animals who just want to prove that they are stronger and that they can win just for the sake of eating the other. That's not what fighting is about. It's about fixing what's wrong and finding a solution to it. Of course, getting mad is part of it, but letting our emotions conquer us disrupts our ability to think logically. You see, you also have an inner argument as you go through the process. And that's healthy. You need to also contradict yourself to know your own weakness, to know when to stop, or to know how to make yourself stronger.
These are not fight rules. These are just my opinions. Of course, when fights begin, we usually lose ourselves. It's up to us how we deal with our emotions, with our opponent, and with ourselves. Still, we have to keep in mind that we ought to be on the right track, not on something off and wrong (read: illogical and violent).
I have experienced a lot of arguments. If there are ideal partners in a relationships, I have my own ideal debate opponent. On top of my standards is someone who has an open mind. One of my favorites is my friend Gabby. She doesn't argue for the sake of winning, but just to get her point across, which is what I also do.
In my experience, there are people who think that I just want to be the "right" one in arguments. That is never true. Not everything I say is correct. It just so happens that either I was indeed correct or the other just couldn't find a wormhole in my ground though there can be. When I defend myself, it doesn't mean I am always correct. I just give my point. But unlike some, I'm always ready to listen to the opposition at hand. And, I am ready to accept anytime that I'm wrong GIVEN the proper counter attack. There are just people who think that FIGHTS are for the sake of WINNING. Yes, somebody wins, but that's not the point of arguing. It's about hearing each other's side and discovering what's really right, and even compromising. To spot a person with a weak stand is some who:
1. Goes off-topic (i.e. Argument about who is a smarter student then the other just suddenly yells at you that you're gay)
2. Someone who resorts to violence because he or she just lost relevant and logical ammunition.
3. Someone who says "whatever," "fine," or "okay, you won." This annoys me the most because it reflects a closed mind from a person who stops listening because he or she just can't contradict you anymore and just wants to end the argument without compromising.
No wonder there are wars. It's because people start to act like animals who just want to prove that they are stronger and that they can win just for the sake of eating the other. That's not what fighting is about. It's about fixing what's wrong and finding a solution to it. Of course, getting mad is part of it, but letting our emotions conquer us disrupts our ability to think logically. You see, you also have an inner argument as you go through the process. And that's healthy. You need to also contradict yourself to know your own weakness, to know when to stop, or to know how to make yourself stronger.
These are not fight rules. These are just my opinions. Of course, when fights begin, we usually lose ourselves. It's up to us how we deal with our emotions, with our opponent, and with ourselves. Still, we have to keep in mind that we ought to be on the right track, not on something off and wrong (read: illogical and violent).
Monday, April 18, 2011
E 40: Don't Mess With A Writer: A Review on "I Spit On Your Grave"
Gore movies are now becoming overrated and psycho thrillers are so 90's. Last night, my friend and I watched the movie "I Spit On Your Face" and it's a so-so movie but with a different effect on its audience (spoiler alert).
Jennifer Hills is a writer who went to a place far from everyone else. She rented a cabin all by herself where she can hear only the voice in her head so that she could write her book. Little did she know that a group of men whom she encountered on her way there were having dark schemes on her. Her supposedly solitary stay in the cabin suddenly became a nightmare that she never expected.
Leave all your prejudice aside as this psycho-thriller filled with sort of gore and violence takes you into a different side of the frame; it is a reverse-psycho thriller. At first, you'd see how much Jennifer suffered in the hands of men. Afterwards, it's pay back time. What's great in here is that she was able to avenge herself by doing everything to her victims as how they tortured her. Jennifer materializes karma and it is indeed triple in return.
What's different in this gore movie is that this time, we get to be at the side of the "killer". The first part of the film will totally overly superbly shock us and feel pity on the main character. The next part of the story is when we feel a little proud that she was able to get back on her feet. Unlike the usual teenagers we see in psycho-thrillers who run, fall, and scream as the killer approaches, the victims in this one are all men who we'll dismiss (either consciously or subconsciously) as people who deserve to be tortured and exterminated. The usual psycho-thriller movies could get us all scared and nervous, but this one got me smirking at the thrilling scenes because the "victims" deserve what they experience.
The weakness of the movie though is a good plot, which is a common illness to psycho-thrillers. It's like just watching one side of a story, then the table turns and that's it.
Jennifer Hills is a writer who went to a place far from everyone else. She rented a cabin all by herself where she can hear only the voice in her head so that she could write her book. Little did she know that a group of men whom she encountered on her way there were having dark schemes on her. Her supposedly solitary stay in the cabin suddenly became a nightmare that she never expected.
Leave all your prejudice aside as this psycho-thriller filled with sort of gore and violence takes you into a different side of the frame; it is a reverse-psycho thriller. At first, you'd see how much Jennifer suffered in the hands of men. Afterwards, it's pay back time. What's great in here is that she was able to avenge herself by doing everything to her victims as how they tortured her. Jennifer materializes karma and it is indeed triple in return.
What's different in this gore movie is that this time, we get to be at the side of the "killer". The first part of the film will totally overly superbly shock us and feel pity on the main character. The next part of the story is when we feel a little proud that she was able to get back on her feet. Unlike the usual teenagers we see in psycho-thrillers who run, fall, and scream as the killer approaches, the victims in this one are all men who we'll dismiss (either consciously or subconsciously) as people who deserve to be tortured and exterminated. The usual psycho-thriller movies could get us all scared and nervous, but this one got me smirking at the thrilling scenes because the "victims" deserve what they experience.
The weakness of the movie though is a good plot, which is a common illness to psycho-thrillers. It's like just watching one side of a story, then the table turns and that's it.
Still, I think it's an okay movie if one wants to feel different over a gore movie-- but still the offensive feeling is there. It's not really something big and artistic, it's plain drivel but it's entertaining in a sort of morbid way--or maybe it just happens to get in touch once again with my dark side which has been sleeping for three years now.
It crushes one's heart at first, and revives one back into some sort of "pleasurable torture scenes" but that's if you are into sadism (Don't get me wrong, I am not but it was just a little "fun"--not a perfect word to use but oh well-- to watch). A bad thing though is that it seems to endorse violence as a good pay back act but, nahh. It's a movie; it's pure entertainment. We still know what's right in real life (though let's admit that avenging oneself through sadism can really be fulfilling! Well, let's just consider it as something cathartic).
Let's just have one wholesome lesson from this movie: never mess with a writer; a writer can always plot a perfect revenge good enough to write a chapter in his or her life.
It crushes one's heart at first, and revives one back into some sort of "pleasurable torture scenes" but that's if you are into sadism (Don't get me wrong, I am not but it was just a little "fun"--not a perfect word to use but oh well-- to watch). A bad thing though is that it seems to endorse violence as a good pay back act but, nahh. It's a movie; it's pure entertainment. We still know what's right in real life (though let's admit that avenging oneself through sadism can really be fulfilling! Well, let's just consider it as something cathartic).
Let's just have one wholesome lesson from this movie: never mess with a writer; a writer can always plot a perfect revenge good enough to write a chapter in his or her life.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
E 39: Till We Dropped
Strobe lights intermittently flashed and lasers struck everyone on the dancefloor. A Saturday in Malate is defined as dancing, beers, women, men, and socialization.
It's my first time to go clubbing there. As the night got so late and the dancefloor was suddenly filled with people, my friends Georgina, Je-Ar, and I decided to hit the floor.
The bass banging on the walls and pounding on our chests. Bodies bounced, bumped, and grind in the sea of people standing at the DJ. As time went on and the synths got crazy, George and I lost our minds. That's when people started inviting us up on the speakers literally where our performance was seen by the faceless many.
Sweat dripped from my body for so much effort on my moves. There was this gay who danced really close to me that I even smelled his wtf breath. He should've known that I was there for the music and the floor, not him, so I gave him a little sexy dance and turned my back afterwards. I'm guessing he took a cold shower when he got home.
It's my first time to go clubbing there. As the night got so late and the dancefloor was suddenly filled with people, my friends Georgina, Je-Ar, and I decided to hit the floor.
The bass banging on the walls and pounding on our chests. Bodies bounced, bumped, and grind in the sea of people standing at the DJ. As time went on and the synths got crazy, George and I lost our minds. That's when people started inviting us up on the speakers literally where our performance was seen by the faceless many.
Sweat dripped from my body for so much effort on my moves. There was this gay who danced really close to me that I even smelled his wtf breath. He should've known that I was there for the music and the floor, not him, so I gave him a little sexy dance and turned my back afterwards. I'm guessing he took a cold shower when he got home.
George and I were virtually unstoppable. I moved with my modern steps while she grooved with her own indigenous-and-ballroom style. A little rest gave us the freedom to catch our breaths and then afterwards, we were back in business. A little later, Je-Ar and her boyfriend decided to go home. George and I were left for some more rest and then we were once more back in the game.
There was this hot piece of meat I wanted to dance with and successfully did it though this meat kind of felt a little "shy" to do so with me (I'm guessing that the boyfriend-a guy in white-was there). But it didn't matter because all we wanted to do there was just dance, dance, dance.
One rest time, this scary looking fag came up to us and invited us on the floor. We hesitated a lot, said we were resting, but he/she insisted, so we did him/her a little favor.
There was this hot piece of meat I wanted to dance with and successfully did it though this meat kind of felt a little "shy" to do so with me (I'm guessing that the boyfriend-a guy in white-was there). But it didn't matter because all we wanted to do there was just dance, dance, dance.
One rest time, this scary looking fag came up to us and invited us on the floor. We hesitated a lot, said we were resting, but he/she insisted, so we did him/her a little favor.
There was this drama on the floor that he/she "fell" on his/her knees accidentally in front of me, probably trying to get a chance on me. He/she apologized, I said it was nothing, and George and I were on the seats again. My legs hurt already and the fag kept on approaching us.
He/she asked if I were George's boyfriend and we shook our heads. Then he/she randomly told me that he/she will be off to Japan soon and I could have replied with, "uh, I really don't give a damn." That was when I confirmed that I was being tried to hook up. So whenever fugly monster sat at our table, I just looked away until he/she noticed and walked away.
I went home with my legs in pain.
He/she asked if I were George's boyfriend and we shook our heads. Then he/she randomly told me that he/she will be off to Japan soon and I could have replied with, "uh, I really don't give a damn." That was when I confirmed that I was being tried to hook up. So whenever fugly monster sat at our table, I just looked away until he/she noticed and walked away.
I went home with my legs in pain.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
E 38: Gem Precious' Inspiring Quotes
Okay, Gem.. I don't know where the heck you are right now. I'm not doing this to make fun of you--I am doing this because you were funny BACK THEN. I cam across my old blogs and suddenly found this in my memory lane. I'm not sure if you;re still the same but I hope not. Good luck, by the way, with your life as a mother (as far as I've heard). We all hope to see you soon.
Without further adieu, here are the quotes that we just cannot forget about Gem:
Some inspiring words by my friend Josephine Precious Gem:
1. Pa'no na yung tubig (inumin) natin (para sa camp)?
-Basta kailangan tatlo marunong lumangoy...
--?!
2. Ang gwapo talaga ni Luke Jickain!!!
-Sino? Yung manikin??
3. Bakit parang ang taas ng upuan ko??
-Eh kasi mataas yung upuan mo...
--(nga naman...)
4. Nagpabunot ka?
-oo
Kailan
-...ewan ko eh...
5. Magkano bili mo dito??
-Oo, pangmukha 'yan...
6. Ay, may bagong koreano!!
-Ano?? C-CR ka?!
7. Miss, magkano po sa shoes??
-15 per hour lang...
8.Kita-kita bukas sa harap ng Normal (University) ha??
-Ha? Saan yun??
(School niya, di niya alam...)
Friday, April 15, 2011
E 37: Singular
It's the end of the world when you walk alone seeing couples holding hands walk past you. The Malays and the Holy Bible probably forgot to mention your existence in solitary is an omen of the end of time.
Now let me, Nostra-damn-you, break it to you: you are not alone. The end of time isn't there yet because thousands of people, maybe billions, are experiencing singularity and you can even throw a party with them. A life without a partner is NOT a big problem. Here are some things to consider:
1. You're free in many aspects. You can flirt anyone you want, go anywhere you want, party whenever you want, and be whatever you want. Nobody's there to restrict you just because you don't seem to act "right" to him/her.
2. No nagger is there to beep you up. Try listening to "Telephone" by Lady Gaga and you'll know what I mean. Plus, you don't have to worry about forgetting to update your partner about where you have gone to and whom were you with.
It's hassle to have to name everyone you go with just to let your partner know that there's noone that could flit you.
3. You get to buy anything you want. Whenever you earn money, you can treat yourself and never have to save up for a date. There isn't much time left for us to live so instead of whining that we walk ourselves alone and have nobody to share with our Tokyo Sumo Meal, go out and have fun. Afterall, you can never do some things when you already tie yourself up in a relationship.
So while you can enjoy yourself for everything that you want, go live it up. Brighten up your day and talk to whoever, play, dance, eat whatever, take an adventure. It will be fun and tiring. You will be fully satisfied with what you do that you'll end up falling onto your bed... And suddenly notice the darkness that is eating you alone on that cold matress.
Now let me, Nostra-damn-you, break it to you: you are not alone. The end of time isn't there yet because thousands of people, maybe billions, are experiencing singularity and you can even throw a party with them. A life without a partner is NOT a big problem. Here are some things to consider:
1. You're free in many aspects. You can flirt anyone you want, go anywhere you want, party whenever you want, and be whatever you want. Nobody's there to restrict you just because you don't seem to act "right" to him/her.
2. No nagger is there to beep you up. Try listening to "Telephone" by Lady Gaga and you'll know what I mean. Plus, you don't have to worry about forgetting to update your partner about where you have gone to and whom were you with.
It's hassle to have to name everyone you go with just to let your partner know that there's noone that could flit you.
3. You get to buy anything you want. Whenever you earn money, you can treat yourself and never have to save up for a date. There isn't much time left for us to live so instead of whining that we walk ourselves alone and have nobody to share with our Tokyo Sumo Meal, go out and have fun. Afterall, you can never do some things when you already tie yourself up in a relationship.
So while you can enjoy yourself for everything that you want, go live it up. Brighten up your day and talk to whoever, play, dance, eat whatever, take an adventure. It will be fun and tiring. You will be fully satisfied with what you do that you'll end up falling onto your bed... And suddenly notice the darkness that is eating you alone on that cold matress.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
E 36: Harry Cutter
My bangs have grown for more than a year now and they could already reach beyond my nose. It was the other day that I decided to have my haircut for good because I find it too boring already. So I went to the salon yesterday where I once again have fallen in the magical hands of Harry the Great.
Harry has been my hairstylist for almost 2 years now. He used to also be my ex's hairstylist until we broke up.
I was shampooed by the receptionist (yep, their receptionist does that at times). The receptionist was a fresh old face; she seemed to be someone new. The usual receptionist (the younger one) was not there. As my hair was drenched, I felt that she was not perfectly trained in this job (yet). Her hands were too careful. Even when she dried my hair, she didn't even managed to fix it and left my hair hanging all around my face like dead snakes.
Harry finally came and I showed him a picture of how I want my hair to be.
He started working on my head with his wand shaped in shears. Then, the usual conversatiom took place. Harry is known to be highly sociable to his customers. He keeps the process cool and casual using his social charms. There's no wonder that Harry is the most in-demand stylist there; he keeps his clients in comfort and at the same time, does his best--or let me say, greatness-- to style our hair. Most clients there prefer him; the salon seems to be his own kingdom. If it were, then he's a very helpful king.
The king sent me off to have my hair rinsed. Afterwards, my hair was dryed and as he blew my hair, he included himself in the winds (he usually does that as if he's refreshing his face with it). Then he applied wax on my hair and voila! Harry the Great has done it again! My aspiration to have a semi-mohawk hairstyle was achieved.
I don't like having my bangs up because I got wide forehead where you could draw the whole map of the USA. But I got so tired of my usual hair, so I ventured on this one. And thanks to Harry, it did not look bad (only I look bad, not the way it was done).
Harry has been my hairstylist for almost 2 years now. He used to also be my ex's hairstylist until we broke up.
I was shampooed by the receptionist (yep, their receptionist does that at times). The receptionist was a fresh old face; she seemed to be someone new. The usual receptionist (the younger one) was not there. As my hair was drenched, I felt that she was not perfectly trained in this job (yet). Her hands were too careful. Even when she dried my hair, she didn't even managed to fix it and left my hair hanging all around my face like dead snakes.
Harry finally came and I showed him a picture of how I want my hair to be.
He started working on my head with his wand shaped in shears. Then, the usual conversatiom took place. Harry is known to be highly sociable to his customers. He keeps the process cool and casual using his social charms. There's no wonder that Harry is the most in-demand stylist there; he keeps his clients in comfort and at the same time, does his best--or let me say, greatness-- to style our hair. Most clients there prefer him; the salon seems to be his own kingdom. If it were, then he's a very helpful king.
The king sent me off to have my hair rinsed. Afterwards, my hair was dryed and as he blew my hair, he included himself in the winds (he usually does that as if he's refreshing his face with it). Then he applied wax on my hair and voila! Harry the Great has done it again! My aspiration to have a semi-mohawk hairstyle was achieved.
I don't like having my bangs up because I got wide forehead where you could draw the whole map of the USA. But I got so tired of my usual hair, so I ventured on this one. And thanks to Harry, it did not look bad (only I look bad, not the way it was done).
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
E 35: Never Again in A Living Room
Do you remember when I woke up with the sun slowly peeking into the windows of the house of our friend as you blow me away with your passion? We were in the bedroom along with two of our friends who were sleeping soundly that early morning after a long night of birthday celebration for our dear friend.
I was awaken by your expression of heat and I was a little shocked by the aggressiveness. Our lips collided and our tongues entwined. Hands traveled in the roads of heavens, caressing whatever there is.
We figured that it was too little of a room to do it so we decided to walk out into the living room where there was no one who could find us unravel the mysteries of our inner beings. Little did we know that our expression of love was to become a nightmare of shame and guilt.
I took you there, used my mouth to talk to your body. Every length of sentences was filled with ecstasy. You did the same and your phrases blew me away.
Then you let me into your dream and it was filled with rivers of endless bliss. I entered your dream and you suddenly felt that I was too big to get in. But you held on, you loved me and it doesn't matter how too great I am to fit into yours. So, I let you sit on a golden throne and the throne was too hard for you to sit on. That's where I wanted you to be at that moment. In the end, the throne will give you what you want and you'll conquer a kingdom that nobody has ever conquered before.
You suddenly looked back at the doors of the bedrooms and a figure caught your attention. When I followed your eyes, I found a guy looking back at us with a shocked look. He was our friend's brother, and he was bent into the same way as we do. Getting a hold of himself, he figured that he was discovered by us (or was it us that were discovered--whichever you may put it) and he walked back into his room and locked the door.
Flushed in embarassment, we hurried back to our friends in the room to tell what happened. The guy never went out of his room the whole day, probably because of huge dislike of what he had seen.
We finished our little story-telling in a more private room later that day. I guess it's embarassing, but life would not be exciting without mistakes!
I was awaken by your expression of heat and I was a little shocked by the aggressiveness. Our lips collided and our tongues entwined. Hands traveled in the roads of heavens, caressing whatever there is.
We figured that it was too little of a room to do it so we decided to walk out into the living room where there was no one who could find us unravel the mysteries of our inner beings. Little did we know that our expression of love was to become a nightmare of shame and guilt.
I took you there, used my mouth to talk to your body. Every length of sentences was filled with ecstasy. You did the same and your phrases blew me away.
Then you let me into your dream and it was filled with rivers of endless bliss. I entered your dream and you suddenly felt that I was too big to get in. But you held on, you loved me and it doesn't matter how too great I am to fit into yours. So, I let you sit on a golden throne and the throne was too hard for you to sit on. That's where I wanted you to be at that moment. In the end, the throne will give you what you want and you'll conquer a kingdom that nobody has ever conquered before.
You suddenly looked back at the doors of the bedrooms and a figure caught your attention. When I followed your eyes, I found a guy looking back at us with a shocked look. He was our friend's brother, and he was bent into the same way as we do. Getting a hold of himself, he figured that he was discovered by us (or was it us that were discovered--whichever you may put it) and he walked back into his room and locked the door.
Flushed in embarassment, we hurried back to our friends in the room to tell what happened. The guy never went out of his room the whole day, probably because of huge dislike of what he had seen.
We finished our little story-telling in a more private room later that day. I guess it's embarassing, but life would not be exciting without mistakes!
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
E 34: Unfair
- I studied hard
graduated
done my part
accentuated
I work so hard
in the evening
got my heart
down and begging
They study well
but not so much
their youth so full
with beers and such
They work not yet
they party only
but now they travel
farther than me
Life is so unfair
I should't really care
What can I do
But just face what's true.
I love so true
never a lie
I got one 'you'
for just one 'I'
I never looked
at no one else
I'm always hooked
by their magic spells
They loved me dear
but never last
They fall out here
found new ones fast
As they enjoy
another's cuddle
I'm here, destroyed
my soul all huddled
Life is so unfair
and I shouldn't really care
When I think my path's right
I'm off the spotlight
I tried to gain
some people's attention
I tried in vain
for their affection
They seek for the heaven
perfection and beauty
Nobody looks deeper
in personality
Life is so unfair
and I shouldn't give a damn
I'm going to uncare
and be smug for who I am.
Monday, April 11, 2011
E 33: Up On A Stage
I am a man of many dreams. Ever since I was a little boy, I have made many aspirations that made me confused of what my goal really is when I get to the right age. One of those dreams is being a performer.
I've had numerous performance in front of my friends that surely did become a little remarkable. I don't want to be just another guy with a mic; I want to be that guy harassing the stage, that man blowing fireworks off, that guy rocking a guitar with confetti and so on. I have always dreamed of becoming a pop star.
Click a link and leave this page if you think this is bullshit; but I want this. That's all. I'm not sure if I could have enough guts to pursue this career but what the heck.
The problem is I don't think I can do this here in the Philippines. The music industry only seek for balladeers. If one is to be a pop star, you have to be a balladeer or a band that is copied from a foreign act. Another problem is that the music industry only prioritize those who got the looks; they do not care if you have good performance ideas and skills--a beautiful face is a necessity in marketing. And the image they force one to be is usually an image of a smiling face in the crowd with all the friendly boy-next-door outfits. They don't want you to be you; they want you to be just like everybody else in showbusiness. Be another Gerald, Piolo, Anne Curtis, and Kim Chiu. In short, they want you to become a canned product or worse, a robot. The industry lacks attitude. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about bad attitude here. I'm talking about having strong personality-an empowerment of who one is.
When I decided to become a pop star, I'd seek for a bad ass company--something that won't turn me into something I'm not and does its best to enhance me. And I am going to make sure that my performances will not be just another song on the stage.
I've had numerous performance in front of my friends that surely did become a little remarkable. I don't want to be just another guy with a mic; I want to be that guy harassing the stage, that man blowing fireworks off, that guy rocking a guitar with confetti and so on. I have always dreamed of becoming a pop star.
Click a link and leave this page if you think this is bullshit; but I want this. That's all. I'm not sure if I could have enough guts to pursue this career but what the heck.
The problem is I don't think I can do this here in the Philippines. The music industry only seek for balladeers. If one is to be a pop star, you have to be a balladeer or a band that is copied from a foreign act. Another problem is that the music industry only prioritize those who got the looks; they do not care if you have good performance ideas and skills--a beautiful face is a necessity in marketing. And the image they force one to be is usually an image of a smiling face in the crowd with all the friendly boy-next-door outfits. They don't want you to be you; they want you to be just like everybody else in showbusiness. Be another Gerald, Piolo, Anne Curtis, and Kim Chiu. In short, they want you to become a canned product or worse, a robot. The industry lacks attitude. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about bad attitude here. I'm talking about having strong personality-an empowerment of who one is.
When I decided to become a pop star, I'd seek for a bad ass company--something that won't turn me into something I'm not and does its best to enhance me. And I am going to make sure that my performances will not be just another song on the stage.
In the meantime, I am not sure if I will be able to pursue this. Let it be known that I am slightly frustrated. Someday, I will know where I really belong.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
E 32: Smack Them, They're So Cliche
Filipino Love Story list of cliche: rich and poor couple edition
Subject: "Catch Me I'm Inlove" (movie)
1. Rich person falls inlove with poor person.
2. They dislike each other or one dislikes the other.
3. The "carry me" or piggy back scene.
4. The attraction on a sexy body exposure scene.
5. The proposal spelled using some usual method (in this one, using children--paging DSWD).
Subject: "Catch Me I'm Inlove" (movie)
1. Rich person falls inlove with poor person.
2. They dislike each other or one dislikes the other.
3. The "carry me" or piggy back scene.
4. The attraction on a sexy body exposure scene.
5. The proposal spelled using some usual method (in this one, using children--paging DSWD).
6. Of course, when the proposal is made public, the woman agrees to it (opportunistic scene).
7. The love song montage of getting-along-well scene.
8. The failure to attend the other lover's special event and the argument in it as if it were a HUGE fight to deal with.
8. The failure to attend the other lover's special event and the argument in it as if it were a HUGE fight to deal with.
9. Poor lover meets rich lover's parents and his world.
10. Poor lover gets bitched-out by wealthy poo-acting bitches.
11. Crying scene for petty reason.
12. The usual I'm-too-poverty-stricken-to-fit-in-your-world scene.
10. Poor lover gets bitched-out by wealthy poo-acting bitches.
11. Crying scene for petty reason.
12. The usual I'm-too-poverty-stricken-to-fit-in-your-world scene.
13. The emphasis on how "big" the relationship's issue is as if it were the last thing on Earth. 14. The "break up" or "cool off" part.
15. Trite dialogues.
16. A lover rushes to see the other once more and fix things up and happens in somehow comical ways.
17. The publicized confession of "I still love you" scene (They just can't get enough of that MRT scene of John Lloyd and Bea).
18. People applaud on the scene despite lack of knowledge about what really happened between the couple.
What makes this movie a little entertaining are the usual Star Cinema "kilig" scenes where characters insert cute fun lines. Also, knowing that a pro like Sarah Geronimo is the leading lady gives the movie a little positive vibe because of her good portrayals on the typical pinay youth. There is nothing new in this flick; maybe just the fact that our leading man is a son of the president but not that it made much difference on many rich-and-poor romance. I really think that the Philippine movie industry ought to write something new, something never heard of, and not just another movie with the same scenes only with different actors. We are losing creativity, guys. "Pangako Sa'yo" was so year 2000. There are people like me who get bored by teh same ol' stuff.
15. Trite dialogues.
16. A lover rushes to see the other once more and fix things up and happens in somehow comical ways.
17. The publicized confession of "I still love you" scene (They just can't get enough of that MRT scene of John Lloyd and Bea).
18. People applaud on the scene despite lack of knowledge about what really happened between the couple.
What makes this movie a little entertaining are the usual Star Cinema "kilig" scenes where characters insert cute fun lines. Also, knowing that a pro like Sarah Geronimo is the leading lady gives the movie a little positive vibe because of her good portrayals on the typical pinay youth. There is nothing new in this flick; maybe just the fact that our leading man is a son of the president but not that it made much difference on many rich-and-poor romance. I really think that the Philippine movie industry ought to write something new, something never heard of, and not just another movie with the same scenes only with different actors. We are losing creativity, guys. "Pangako Sa'yo" was so year 2000. There are people like me who get bored by teh same ol' stuff.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
E 31: A Midnight At The 23rd
It was past midnight when my officemates and I decided to take pictures after a long day of work. Almost every corner of the office was not able to escape from the lens of the camera as little cam sluts twisted angles to strike a pose. There was nobody else but just a few of us in our floor; the 23rd floor.
It was also decided to have pictures in the bathrooms which were outside the office, in the hallways. We first took the pictures of the girls at the urinals of the men's bathroom. I bent my back to get a good shot of them that I even accidentally turned the hand dryer on by its motion-sensor. With childish sqeals and cheers, we ran to the girls' bathroom for our turn. Not that it made much difference, we just sat on the toilets which can also be found in the men's room. Then we, the two guys, took a shot at the door with the figure of a woman on it. The girls decided that they also get a shot at the men's room door so we walked back there.
At the closed door, the two girls stood under the figure of a man on it. I adjusted for a better view when I suddenly heard the blowing sound of the hand dryer working inside the bathroom. I looked at them and we all looked at each other; we knew that there was nobody else in the floor. The girls' led the way as they ran away from there with screams of fright.
When we reached the hallway where the elevators were, we pushed the down button. We kept thinking about the bathroom; who could've turn that thing on if there were only--
The men's bathroom door creaked open. We couldn't see the door from there. We looked back at the corner where the hallway turns to the left where the men's bathroom is. Suddenly, the light from that part of the hallway turned off. The elevator pinged. The light in our part of the hallway suddenly started flickering. The elevator door slid open, but it slid more slowly than usual. There was no light inside it. The light in our hallway was now becoming weak.We looked at the open elevator; do we choose to stay or do we ride the elevator?
When we reached the hallway where the elevators were, one of our officemates met us and we started asking if there was anybody else on the floor. That was the time that we were reminded that one supervisor was still there, and that he was actually in the men's bathroom. Sometimes I just feel like adding some things up for fun. Have a nice day.
It was also decided to have pictures in the bathrooms which were outside the office, in the hallways. We first took the pictures of the girls at the urinals of the men's bathroom. I bent my back to get a good shot of them that I even accidentally turned the hand dryer on by its motion-sensor. With childish sqeals and cheers, we ran to the girls' bathroom for our turn. Not that it made much difference, we just sat on the toilets which can also be found in the men's room. Then we, the two guys, took a shot at the door with the figure of a woman on it. The girls decided that they also get a shot at the men's room door so we walked back there.
At the closed door, the two girls stood under the figure of a man on it. I adjusted for a better view when I suddenly heard the blowing sound of the hand dryer working inside the bathroom. I looked at them and we all looked at each other; we knew that there was nobody else in the floor. The girls' led the way as they ran away from there with screams of fright.
When we reached the hallway where the elevators were, we pushed the down button. We kept thinking about the bathroom; who could've turn that thing on if there were only--
The men's bathroom door creaked open. We couldn't see the door from there. We looked back at the corner where the hallway turns to the left where the men's bathroom is. Suddenly, the light from that part of the hallway turned off. The elevator pinged. The light in our part of the hallway suddenly started flickering. The elevator door slid open, but it slid more slowly than usual. There was no light inside it. The light in our hallway was now becoming weak.We looked at the open elevator; do we choose to stay or do we ride the elevator?
When we reached the hallway where the elevators were, one of our officemates met us and we started asking if there was anybody else on the floor. That was the time that we were reminded that one supervisor was still there, and that he was actually in the men's bathroom. Sometimes I just feel like adding some things up for fun. Have a nice day.
Friday, April 8, 2011
E 30: Flies and Fleas
If you're going to tell me that love is important and it's all that matters, I will hesitate to agree. Well, it matters a lot but not all the time.
Last night, a lot of broken hearts swarmed around my force field like flies on dead meat. It seems like most people around me are suffering from love pain and it's becoming a trend that it bugs for some reasons.
Let me break it to you; you will always go through pain in love. Not that I am emotional: it's a truth that you should not deny. The thing is that people are so HIGH when they're inlove that they never see how high they could fall once their love wings are broken off. Within a week from now, I have talked to suicidal heartbroken fools and those who do odd things to call their ex's or their loved-ones' attention (read as "care" here). That's bullshit. It happens. Pain is reality. Yes, you can always complain but please, not too much. Too much expression of effusive sadness due to love is a flea in the ear and unhealthy.
I've been in two heartbreaks in a relationship but never once did I do something stupid just to call others' attention nor dig my own grave just because someone shot a dart through my dreams and through my heart. I'm aware of the pain, but I know I should move on. There's more to life than just focusing on relationships. Go out and have fun! Life is not all about love. Life is about happiness. Now spare your "love is happiness" quote because happiness can be found in many things.
Not that I'm bitter (partly, I am I guess haha). I admit: I long to be loved again and to love back again. But it isn't the last thing that I want to have in the world.
Enjoy life.
Keep smiling, treasure your friends, travel a lot, reach for your dreams--just be glad that you're alive. Mourning on love alone won't do you good.
Last night, a lot of broken hearts swarmed around my force field like flies on dead meat. It seems like most people around me are suffering from love pain and it's becoming a trend that it bugs for some reasons.
Let me break it to you; you will always go through pain in love. Not that I am emotional: it's a truth that you should not deny. The thing is that people are so HIGH when they're inlove that they never see how high they could fall once their love wings are broken off. Within a week from now, I have talked to suicidal heartbroken fools and those who do odd things to call their ex's or their loved-ones' attention (read as "care" here). That's bullshit. It happens. Pain is reality. Yes, you can always complain but please, not too much. Too much expression of effusive sadness due to love is a flea in the ear and unhealthy.
I've been in two heartbreaks in a relationship but never once did I do something stupid just to call others' attention nor dig my own grave just because someone shot a dart through my dreams and through my heart. I'm aware of the pain, but I know I should move on. There's more to life than just focusing on relationships. Go out and have fun! Life is not all about love. Life is about happiness. Now spare your "love is happiness" quote because happiness can be found in many things.
Not that I'm bitter (partly, I am I guess haha). I admit: I long to be loved again and to love back again. But it isn't the last thing that I want to have in the world.
Enjoy life.
Keep smiling, treasure your friends, travel a lot, reach for your dreams--just be glad that you're alive. Mourning on love alone won't do you good.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
E 29: Paris Hellton
Hell is always considered as a place of scorching heat, suffering people, ugly beasts, and endless pain (don't mistake it for our country). The idea of a devil appears to be a scary figure with horns. But if hell is that way, they will get poor marketing.
Last night, my officemates and I suddenly had a conversation that led to Paris Hilton. If you're going to look at it, most of Paris' celeb friends, Britney, Nicole, and Lindsay to name a few, had broken or stupid lives when they started hanging out together. Theory came into form that Paris is satanic. She lures people and drive them crazy with her "friendship." I have less proof though if she did affect such celebrities' lives. But another thing that can be connected to her and hell is her famous expression: "That's hot." Did she have any intention of making nice and fancy things seem "hot" as things that are "tempting" and by some way, deceiving. Could be.
Then there's this list of animals who went under the care of Hilton who all lived with her for only short periods of time. Were they intended as offering to her masters? Did she intended to let them die because these animals were creatures of the Holy One? Not so sure.
Lastly, the name can be thought of as something slightly phonetically reminiscent of the place we never dream of going to: Paris HELLton.
Whoever Nostradamus would claim that Paris Hilton is indeed a bringer of hell, I wouldn't give a damn. These are just musings; We never intend to lead you to a certain thinking that it is true. There are also good things about Paris. Despite her flaws, she stands for herself and move on. People only see bad things about her but when she does something good, the media is not as crazy to mill around her as it were when she goes out to lose her mind in parties.
But one thing I am sure of; hell is one hell of an attractive thing that deceives people into doing something that can make them feel good for the mean time while their sould takes one step closer to it. Hell ain't scary. It's as hot as Paris. But it will totally bring you down in the end without warning.
Last night, my officemates and I suddenly had a conversation that led to Paris Hilton. If you're going to look at it, most of Paris' celeb friends, Britney, Nicole, and Lindsay to name a few, had broken or stupid lives when they started hanging out together. Theory came into form that Paris is satanic. She lures people and drive them crazy with her "friendship." I have less proof though if she did affect such celebrities' lives. But another thing that can be connected to her and hell is her famous expression: "That's hot." Did she have any intention of making nice and fancy things seem "hot" as things that are "tempting" and by some way, deceiving. Could be.
Then there's this list of animals who went under the care of Hilton who all lived with her for only short periods of time. Were they intended as offering to her masters? Did she intended to let them die because these animals were creatures of the Holy One? Not so sure.
Lastly, the name can be thought of as something slightly phonetically reminiscent of the place we never dream of going to: Paris HELLton.
Whoever Nostradamus would claim that Paris Hilton is indeed a bringer of hell, I wouldn't give a damn. These are just musings; We never intend to lead you to a certain thinking that it is true. There are also good things about Paris. Despite her flaws, she stands for herself and move on. People only see bad things about her but when she does something good, the media is not as crazy to mill around her as it were when she goes out to lose her mind in parties.
But one thing I am sure of; hell is one hell of an attractive thing that deceives people into doing something that can make them feel good for the mean time while their sould takes one step closer to it. Hell ain't scary. It's as hot as Paris. But it will totally bring you down in the end without warning.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
E 28: I've Been A Very Very Bad Bad Boy
Dear former playmate/admirer,
I sincerely want to ask for your forgiveness for all the things that I have done to you. No, really, seriously. Last Saturday was a big blow to you when I informed you that someone you like the most became my recent lover. I thought you were over us.
We have come a long way now. I remember being connected to you as a former schoolmate and a teacher of my close friend. We started going out, and I'm sorry for being too naughty in the cinema. I'm also sorry for setting you up that same day when I revealed to my closest friend that her teacher is with me and having a date with me. She knew you as some firm, grumpy, and controlling authority. But when we all started going out together, she witnessed the extreme opposite of that image with, of course, me as a key to it. That was when I buried one of your feet on the ground and fortunately, my friend had not a slight chance of telling your school about your "scandals."
I'm sincerely sorry for making you fetch my things in ten seconds, for slapping you in front of your student, for "teasing" you sexually in front of everybody, for the punches, for the threats, for the demands, and for the rest of the craziness I've done to you. You're the only who made me feel that way; that I can do anything to someone. I guess you just made me feel... I don't know, um,... excited...? I feel nice when I joke around with you. But I know it should not be like that all the time. Or never should be. Or I don't know. Show up once more and I might realize.
When you told me that you cherish everything, that's bullshit. You cannot be inlove with all the guys you meet. Come on! You're just desperate.
But after everything, I can tell you that I NEVER lied to you nor cheated you. Whenever you ask me if I love you, I directly and unhesitatingly say NO. I think that that alone should be considered for you to forgive me. I'm not like the others out there who flirt with you just for leisure.
Yes, you're happy with them. But only you are making yourself believe that there's something between you and your fling (I know; I got first-hand information).
I guess it's time to stop. Play time's over for me. Not that I played with your emotions (sleeping together does not make us lovers) because I never made you believe there's something between us. You know how heavy my hands are when they rest upon you and you know how light a true lover can give you with a touch. We just amused each other, and that's all there is. I'm sorry for the pain I caused--physically, mentally, and emotionally. Thank you for letting me find your "friend" who became my lover for a short period of time. Good luck with our career. I know you'll soar high and you'll be able to rest your feet on my face (but please don't, I beg of you). Live happily!
Your playmate,
E
PS: Thanks for the La Salle wrist band. I did not steal it. You left without asking for it back.
I sincerely want to ask for your forgiveness for all the things that I have done to you. No, really, seriously. Last Saturday was a big blow to you when I informed you that someone you like the most became my recent lover. I thought you were over us.
We have come a long way now. I remember being connected to you as a former schoolmate and a teacher of my close friend. We started going out, and I'm sorry for being too naughty in the cinema. I'm also sorry for setting you up that same day when I revealed to my closest friend that her teacher is with me and having a date with me. She knew you as some firm, grumpy, and controlling authority. But when we all started going out together, she witnessed the extreme opposite of that image with, of course, me as a key to it. That was when I buried one of your feet on the ground and fortunately, my friend had not a slight chance of telling your school about your "scandals."
I'm sincerely sorry for making you fetch my things in ten seconds, for slapping you in front of your student, for "teasing" you sexually in front of everybody, for the punches, for the threats, for the demands, and for the rest of the craziness I've done to you. You're the only who made me feel that way; that I can do anything to someone. I guess you just made me feel... I don't know, um,... excited...? I feel nice when I joke around with you. But I know it should not be like that all the time. Or never should be. Or I don't know. Show up once more and I might realize.
When you told me that you cherish everything, that's bullshit. You cannot be inlove with all the guys you meet. Come on! You're just desperate.
But after everything, I can tell you that I NEVER lied to you nor cheated you. Whenever you ask me if I love you, I directly and unhesitatingly say NO. I think that that alone should be considered for you to forgive me. I'm not like the others out there who flirt with you just for leisure.
Yes, you're happy with them. But only you are making yourself believe that there's something between you and your fling (I know; I got first-hand information).
I guess it's time to stop. Play time's over for me. Not that I played with your emotions (sleeping together does not make us lovers) because I never made you believe there's something between us. You know how heavy my hands are when they rest upon you and you know how light a true lover can give you with a touch. We just amused each other, and that's all there is. I'm sorry for the pain I caused--physically, mentally, and emotionally. Thank you for letting me find your "friend" who became my lover for a short period of time. Good luck with our career. I know you'll soar high and you'll be able to rest your feet on my face (but please don't, I beg of you). Live happily!
Your playmate,
E
PS: Thanks for the La Salle wrist band. I did not steal it. You left without asking for it back.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
E 27: Blame These on Him
Sometimes, we find a person out of random and this person just seems to click with our way of thinking, someone whom we don't know much but is a breathing space for us amidst the problems and stress that try to conquer us.
E 365 would not be possible without this guy whom we are going to call here by the letter H. H is just someone I found from my best friend's account and added up one time. Right then and there, we started chatting. And it became some sort of a good communication between two individuals sharing stories, problems and whatnot about them. We call each other brother and the relationship seems to be the way it seems to be.
We share our thoughts and opinions nonstop and gladly, there is someone who is ready to listen. H is extremely nice, opinionated, wise, intelligent, and good-looking (and for this, is also becoming too proud of himself. Haha! Just kidding!).
He is a friend who is ready to lend an ear to whatever you want to spill. With that, I don't get why he said that his friends would take him for granted. But I guess I cannot tell yet because as of the moment, we have not met personally yet. But for now, I'm going to stand my ground in saying that he's one type of person I look up to. He knows his focus in life, grabs it, and take his steps towards it. That's why he even gave me GREAT advice on my career.
"As you can see," he told me once, "the process of creating a dream is easy. Achieving it is also easy. The hard part is that we are human; we change by day, by hour, by week, by month... And often we lose sight of what we ought to be because of intangible needs."
Certainly, when it comes to achieving one's goal, he's one person I could name as someone good at it. Not that he's achieved his dreams already, but he is taking great steps towards them.
He inspired me to write more. H told me that he writes when he wakes up in the morning, everyday. He told me that I should try doing the same. That was when the idea of E 365 was conceived.
Right now, having him as someone I can always turn to in good times and bad is already a blessing. H is an amazing person for me; someone I look up to as a good example of a man of determination and perseverance. Despite all these things I say, he's just a regular guy right beside you asking you how things are going and you have that feeling that whatever you tell him, he won't judge you and even give you good advice.
I owe you, bro! Haha!
E 365 would not be possible without this guy whom we are going to call here by the letter H. H is just someone I found from my best friend's account and added up one time. Right then and there, we started chatting. And it became some sort of a good communication between two individuals sharing stories, problems and whatnot about them. We call each other brother and the relationship seems to be the way it seems to be.
We share our thoughts and opinions nonstop and gladly, there is someone who is ready to listen. H is extremely nice, opinionated, wise, intelligent, and good-looking (and for this, is also becoming too proud of himself. Haha! Just kidding!).
He is a friend who is ready to lend an ear to whatever you want to spill. With that, I don't get why he said that his friends would take him for granted. But I guess I cannot tell yet because as of the moment, we have not met personally yet. But for now, I'm going to stand my ground in saying that he's one type of person I look up to. He knows his focus in life, grabs it, and take his steps towards it. That's why he even gave me GREAT advice on my career.
"As you can see," he told me once, "the process of creating a dream is easy. Achieving it is also easy. The hard part is that we are human; we change by day, by hour, by week, by month... And often we lose sight of what we ought to be because of intangible needs."
Certainly, when it comes to achieving one's goal, he's one person I could name as someone good at it. Not that he's achieved his dreams already, but he is taking great steps towards them.
He inspired me to write more. H told me that he writes when he wakes up in the morning, everyday. He told me that I should try doing the same. That was when the idea of E 365 was conceived.
Right now, having him as someone I can always turn to in good times and bad is already a blessing. H is an amazing person for me; someone I look up to as a good example of a man of determination and perseverance. Despite all these things I say, he's just a regular guy right beside you asking you how things are going and you have that feeling that whatever you tell him, he won't judge you and even give you good advice.
I owe you, bro! Haha!
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