I suffered some sort of 'Mid-life' crisis when I was younger and up to now I don't know why I already worried about my life back then considering I was too young to do so. But right now, I think it has been a crisis i have to undergo over and over again.
Uncertainty and insecurity are bugging my mind at the moment. I am officially down in many aspects in my life. Nothing seems to make sense. My career seems to be too bleak, my relationships seem to be insufficient, my self is unsatisfied, and my whole life revolves around the same listless spot. And I partly blame myself for choosing this path; a choice I had to make but made others did for me. I partly blame others for the rest yet mostly, the worse fault would be mine.
It's quarter-life crisis. I'm an adult; I ought to set my goals and take steps toward those. But what's happening is I'm trapped and I just can't describe them because they hold me back in different aspects.
Upon discussing this to my superfriend, I told her that I just have to keep on working to support my family. And then I came to wonder: who'll be supporting me. Now don't get me wrong, of course it'll be my father. But it is not enough for me; my body, heart, mind, and soul seeks for something more. I even suddenly considered resting for a moment but I refuse to be dependent. Plus, who is there to care for me? I feel like I don't have anybody who cares as sincere as I want them to be. Yes, I got my friends, I love the way they care for me and all (and I mean ALL), but they can't always be there for me. They got lives of their own also. There are even times that I need people and they're just busy with their own affairs--I don't hold this against them. It's just that... Who else can I turn to when all else fails.
My ego is also crushed for not being able to do what I really want in life. My ego is crushed for not being loved. My ego is crushed for not succeeding. My ego is crushed because I let it be crushed. I'm not wealthy, I'm not strong, I'm not good-looking, I'm not smart, I'm not confident, I'm not powerful, I'm not great.
I'm letting myself lie on the mud, I'm aware of it, but my heart, mind, and soul are too broken to find the strength to drag myself up and out of it.
I know I have to do this on my own. But I seek salvation. I seek refuge... How long should I keep myself waiting? Til I get old and not strong enough to do what I should have done?
I have to wake myself up before I get incarcerated in this nightmare.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
E 21: Spell Stingy With An "E"
Summer heat embraces the city now. Everybody plans escapes to places where computers, paperwork, and naggers exist. You know what this means? Money.
Spending a lot of money.
A great vacation would totally satisfy us as it keeps us away from our everyday frustrations and stress. And I have at least (at the moment) 3 invitations to go to paradise (which in here reads as "anywhere away from the city"). I would totally love to join and would definitely want to save up for it.
However, budget wise, it won't do. Unlike what most people in the world wide web would do, I will not deny that I am not rich. I can't afford to go treat myself out to a place where I can just go dive into water and leave all the daily monsters behind.
I'll be fucking broke.
Yes, I'd love to come. But I have to choose well, I have to consider many things, and I am supporting my family, not just myself. I want to go out and spell fun in the air but my pocket's state provides hesitation.
Spare me those people who brag about their adventures, I'm not as wealthy as them for the moment.
I'm in for something at the moment. And in the meantime, saving up is the BEST thing to do. I don't mean to say that I won't be going out this summer. I'd probably be really choosy. Not to worry about me; things will pay off and I'm going to swear I'll be burying my body in white sands soon.
Spending a lot of money.
A great vacation would totally satisfy us as it keeps us away from our everyday frustrations and stress. And I have at least (at the moment) 3 invitations to go to paradise (which in here reads as "anywhere away from the city"). I would totally love to join and would definitely want to save up for it.
However, budget wise, it won't do. Unlike what most people in the world wide web would do, I will not deny that I am not rich. I can't afford to go treat myself out to a place where I can just go dive into water and leave all the daily monsters behind.
I'll be fucking broke.
Yes, I'd love to come. But I have to choose well, I have to consider many things, and I am supporting my family, not just myself. I want to go out and spell fun in the air but my pocket's state provides hesitation.
Spare me those people who brag about their adventures, I'm not as wealthy as them for the moment.
I'm in for something at the moment. And in the meantime, saving up is the BEST thing to do. I don't mean to say that I won't be going out this summer. I'd probably be really choosy. Not to worry about me; things will pay off and I'm going to swear I'll be burying my body in white sands soon.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
E 20: Exhaustion
Elmo gets up a little late in the morning. He unplugs the charger of his cellphone, checks messages on his phone, and grabs the towel. Reaching downstairs, he seeks for breakfast, grabs a bite, and watch TV. A little rest at home alone would do. His father and brother at work, younger brother still sleeping, and little sister at school.
He takes a bath, gets dressed, and prepares to go. Nobody else is still at home. Elmo goes to work early to be able to catch up on his daily quota.
The bus takes him away, his feet traveled in the mall for a short period of time, and his mind wanders for just a little while.
"Thank you," the biometrics said after he placed his index finger on the slot. What is it thankful for? Nobody knows certainly.
He grabs a computer, begins work, the rest of the day revolves around it.
Night approached, dinner is bought, a little chat spices up the day a little bit. Almost 12 hours of tapping, clicking, and analyzing.
Tap tap tap!
Click click click!
The clock seems to be a chase to numbers. Elmo nags himself. He ought to hit the right number before time runs out.
Time to go. He's exhausted. A walk home would make him vulnerable in streets. Where else is not safe at night in this country?
The door is swung open, clothes off, a little rest is taken, and shower's next. Everyone at home is sleeping. The bed grabbed him, embraced him, and he takes a good look inside.
He is damn tired. He feels all used up. The body seeks more. The heart seeks happiness. The soul seeks freedom. And his inner universe seeks salvation.
Save him.
He takes a bath, gets dressed, and prepares to go. Nobody else is still at home. Elmo goes to work early to be able to catch up on his daily quota.
The bus takes him away, his feet traveled in the mall for a short period of time, and his mind wanders for just a little while.
"Thank you," the biometrics said after he placed his index finger on the slot. What is it thankful for? Nobody knows certainly.
He grabs a computer, begins work, the rest of the day revolves around it.
Night approached, dinner is bought, a little chat spices up the day a little bit. Almost 12 hours of tapping, clicking, and analyzing.
Tap tap tap!
Click click click!
The clock seems to be a chase to numbers. Elmo nags himself. He ought to hit the right number before time runs out.
Time to go. He's exhausted. A walk home would make him vulnerable in streets. Where else is not safe at night in this country?
The door is swung open, clothes off, a little rest is taken, and shower's next. Everyone at home is sleeping. The bed grabbed him, embraced him, and he takes a good look inside.
He is damn tired. He feels all used up. The body seeks more. The heart seeks happiness. The soul seeks freedom. And his inner universe seeks salvation.
Save him.
Monday, March 28, 2011
E 19: Bad Trip
There are times that we are defined by what we drink. Beer makes you feel a little bit of a free person and sociable. Vodka makes you feel cool. Tequila drives you crazy.
One bar near my home has good skills in naming their drinks. One of them is called Bad Trip, an instant favorite. It is a mix of curacao, pineapple juice, vodka, gin, and bad vibes. New friends whom we meet would ask us if this drink is a "traitor." I'd say it makes a hell out of everyone the way Puck does mistakes in spells on human.
Early this year, after work, my friends invited me over to a little gathering where I was able to meet my ex again. The first few hours seemed okay and in fact, ex was trying to flirt with me as our friends just teased us. Then came the time when we decided to go and my dear ex just wanted to do something so there went a crashing glass.
The bouncer approached us. My friend Gabby told me that we could just sneak out of the bar. Being sort of a control freak, I was hesitant to the idea. When Gabby and Taylor have already gone out of the bar, ex started to "force" me to pay for it, "I don't have the money for this."
"Neither do I. Go pay for it."
"I really have no more."
"You did it, you have to suffer the consequences. Why did you have to do it?"
Silence.
"Okay, the waiter is gone. The bouncer is busy. Let's walk out casually," I suggested.
We escaped but I don't really think that was the right thing to do. Anyway, outside, my ex was trying to find anyone to fight by shouting at people in restaurants and pounding on hoods of cars. So, I picked a fight by using my bag as a good weapon to hurl on ex's body which made things a little sober. Ex's cousin, Taylor, had to suffer the rest of the night as he had to go home with someone drunk. Gabby had to suffer the rest of the night with an angry stomach.
Last night was the second Trip. Not that there was much of a bad trip. Added to the table was a Surfer Boy. But there was one unforgettable event last night that I don't know whether to be embarrassed or be proud with. Our new found friend got totally drunk that he made it hard or us to drive him out of the bar. The bouncer finally lent some help by carrying him in his arms like a baby out of the bar! Well, it's hard to expect someone coming into a bar and going out in the arms of someone, especially a man, right? Well, actually, a boy in this case. So, the whole crowd started to give us a round of applause as we marched our way out of the place. You can already imagine how we dispatched him.
You be the judge: Was it really that bad for us or not?
One bar near my home has good skills in naming their drinks. One of them is called Bad Trip, an instant favorite. It is a mix of curacao, pineapple juice, vodka, gin, and bad vibes. New friends whom we meet would ask us if this drink is a "traitor." I'd say it makes a hell out of everyone the way Puck does mistakes in spells on human.
Early this year, after work, my friends invited me over to a little gathering where I was able to meet my ex again. The first few hours seemed okay and in fact, ex was trying to flirt with me as our friends just teased us. Then came the time when we decided to go and my dear ex just wanted to do something so there went a crashing glass.
The bouncer approached us. My friend Gabby told me that we could just sneak out of the bar. Being sort of a control freak, I was hesitant to the idea. When Gabby and Taylor have already gone out of the bar, ex started to "force" me to pay for it, "I don't have the money for this."
"Neither do I. Go pay for it."
"I really have no more."
"You did it, you have to suffer the consequences. Why did you have to do it?"
Silence.
"Okay, the waiter is gone. The bouncer is busy. Let's walk out casually," I suggested.
We escaped but I don't really think that was the right thing to do. Anyway, outside, my ex was trying to find anyone to fight by shouting at people in restaurants and pounding on hoods of cars. So, I picked a fight by using my bag as a good weapon to hurl on ex's body which made things a little sober. Ex's cousin, Taylor, had to suffer the rest of the night as he had to go home with someone drunk. Gabby had to suffer the rest of the night with an angry stomach.
Last night was the second Trip. Not that there was much of a bad trip. Added to the table was a Surfer Boy. But there was one unforgettable event last night that I don't know whether to be embarrassed or be proud with. Our new found friend got totally drunk that he made it hard or us to drive him out of the bar. The bouncer finally lent some help by carrying him in his arms like a baby out of the bar! Well, it's hard to expect someone coming into a bar and going out in the arms of someone, especially a man, right? Well, actually, a boy in this case. So, the whole crowd started to give us a round of applause as we marched our way out of the place. You can already imagine how we dispatched him.
You be the judge: Was it really that bad for us or not?
Sunday, March 27, 2011
E 18: Lerrv Is Bad
My current relationships can define me as a sort of a versatile in love; The two of them having extreme qualities.
My first was childish, beautiful, so sweet, charming, and playing safe. This was the time when I considered from beginning to end that I babysat. But it felt good here because we were both oozing with sugar until the latter part of our relationship when I noticed a sudden coldness growing and it was not from me.
My second was more mature, not as beautiful as the first, not sweet enough, socially active, and says opinions no matter what. Here, I almost not feel any spark that I am made to think that I was made to think that I am only good in bed.
I lasted for more than a year with my first, undergoing a lot of circumstances that challenged us in many ways. The supposed to be 'perfect' person I had in my second barely even introduced me to any friend nor family. Our relationship was almost like a solo act: I did most of everything about us.
Call me bitter but I just realized that their love for me seemed to revolve on things; my wallet for the first and my tool for the second. I keep on reflecting if there is something wrong with me when I'm in a relationship with someone that they tend to fool around with me. To find that is hard because I was almost superior to my first and almost inferior to my second (despite me being the older one). It's just so sad that I never dare to find a third party when I am tied with someone but they go throwing themselves around in pits of men. I am worried; something's wrong with me. I'm not sure. I love truthfully but it seems that it is not enough for them.
Sometimes, I even thought of not loving anymore. It always starts out fine and then there's a feeling of tragedy near the end. And guess what, I am the more affected one when it ends. No, it doesn't breakeven.
Sometimes I wonder if my third will be the RIGHT ONE for me since my first had a too weak character while my second had an extreme strong one. But that doesn't bother me in the mean time. I guess just loving myself and living a better life will keep me from the pain that love can always provide.
My first was childish, beautiful, so sweet, charming, and playing safe. This was the time when I considered from beginning to end that I babysat. But it felt good here because we were both oozing with sugar until the latter part of our relationship when I noticed a sudden coldness growing and it was not from me.
My second was more mature, not as beautiful as the first, not sweet enough, socially active, and says opinions no matter what. Here, I almost not feel any spark that I am made to think that I was made to think that I am only good in bed.
I lasted for more than a year with my first, undergoing a lot of circumstances that challenged us in many ways. The supposed to be 'perfect' person I had in my second barely even introduced me to any friend nor family. Our relationship was almost like a solo act: I did most of everything about us.
Call me bitter but I just realized that their love for me seemed to revolve on things; my wallet for the first and my tool for the second. I keep on reflecting if there is something wrong with me when I'm in a relationship with someone that they tend to fool around with me. To find that is hard because I was almost superior to my first and almost inferior to my second (despite me being the older one). It's just so sad that I never dare to find a third party when I am tied with someone but they go throwing themselves around in pits of men. I am worried; something's wrong with me. I'm not sure. I love truthfully but it seems that it is not enough for them.
Sometimes, I even thought of not loving anymore. It always starts out fine and then there's a feeling of tragedy near the end. And guess what, I am the more affected one when it ends. No, it doesn't breakeven.
Sometimes I wonder if my third will be the RIGHT ONE for me since my first had a too weak character while my second had an extreme strong one. But that doesn't bother me in the mean time. I guess just loving myself and living a better life will keep me from the pain that love can always provide.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
E 17: Is The Bitch Back?
A few days to go and one of the most awaited albums this year is about to come out. Surely, Britney Spears knows how to hang the meat above the pen as she leaked snippets of her news songs, photos from her new videos, and an announcement about a concert on the opening day. Fans have waited for Femme Fatale for almost two years and now that we are counting days, their excitement just keeps rising. Before you grab your own copy, let me give a quick review of the album.
Fans are enthralled by the majestic release of the song "Hold It Against Me" and it is surely one of the best tracks (if not, the best) in Femme Fatale. No wonder this hard-thumping rave-cum-grime upbeat made its way to the top of many charts. Being deemed to follow HIAM's success, "Til The World Ends," written by pop-star Ke$ha, promises a new sound for Britney as it goes not too wordy and gives us a feel-good club vibe.I would not even also wonder that "I wanna Go" will follow the two tracks soon, with this track being currently the favorite of most fans for its sexy melody and catchy tunes.
"How I Roll" brings a different feel as it blends relaxing piano with upbeat percussions and momentary synths. The same feel is brought by "Trip To Your Heart" but this music has more clubbish music. "Criminal," one of my favorites, stands out with its lyrics and slower tempo while "Gasoline" brings back the old Britney-pop genre combining fierce and sexy as how "Toxic" happened. Darkchild made well music using "He About to Lose Me" and the only rock song "Don't Keep Me Waiting." "Inside Out" tells about "break-up sex" and takes listeners to a grimy sexy sound. "Drop Dead Beautiful" and "Trouble For Me" can aslo be counted as a favorite club hit.
Some of the so-so songs are "Seal It With A Kiss," "Selfish" (where Britney is overly autotuned), "Up N Down." "Big Fat Bass" is a little disappointing knowing that it's produced by Will.I.Am.There's a lack of creativity in the lyrics, some of them are just catchy.
Most of the tracks have obviously got Britney's voice autotuned though I don't find it necessary knowing she had good voice before. But overall, the album is a sure smash hit--for a pop album that is. Femme Fatale emerges as a huge party album and a great showcase of how music can bring Brit's career back on the top. The only problem is, in the whole music production, her participation is totally drowned by the people who worked around her due to heavy use of autotune, greater showcase of the music rather than her ability as a singer, and even the absence of her songwriting ability.
Then again, it's what Britney's all about, right? She shined with the help of a lot of people that I even imagine that she's like a doll designed in many parts by many people to function in entertainment. But she sure does sell! Can't wait for the 29th. :)
Friday, March 25, 2011
E 16: Wanted: Guts
Teaching, for me, is the best profession in the world. A teacher touches billions of lives and molds billions of minds and facilitate billions of people to their dreams. Without teachers (may it be professional or not), life will never be complete.
I graduated in this course just because I needed to graduate. Sad to say: it ain't my passion. I've got GREAT respect to the profession but I don't see myself being a man at the blackboard for a long time. To cut a long story short, I was just forced to study education.
Throw me the crumpled paper--I'm a douche for not fighting for my passion back then. The consolation given to me was that BSE English is close to Mass Communication. Nobody has ever explained this to me yet so please do enlighten me, I totally appreciate it.
Despite being pushed to do this, I pursued my teaching career when I graduated.
I enjoyed teaching--period. In the midst of paperwork bombardment, time consuming meetings, and required attendance to certain events, I had GREAT FUN just being able to teach kids and share A LOT to them. I even told them that if only I could have my subject be mostly about LIFE, I'd be even more glad to be there in front.
Well, the reasons why I quit are obvious.
And for now, I keep thinking about what I want to do next in my life. I have A LOT of dreams. I am ambitious but the problem is I don't have the fucking guts. I have never done baby steps yet (though this blog can be taken as such).
I used to consider the time I resigned from teaching as the first step to my dream but here I am commenting on essays.
I need motivation. I need strength. I need inspiration.
How long should I wait 'til I get the guts to materialize my principles in life?
But first, where should I start?
I graduated in this course just because I needed to graduate. Sad to say: it ain't my passion. I've got GREAT respect to the profession but I don't see myself being a man at the blackboard for a long time. To cut a long story short, I was just forced to study education.
Throw me the crumpled paper--I'm a douche for not fighting for my passion back then. The consolation given to me was that BSE English is close to Mass Communication. Nobody has ever explained this to me yet so please do enlighten me, I totally appreciate it.
Despite being pushed to do this, I pursued my teaching career when I graduated.
I enjoyed teaching--period. In the midst of paperwork bombardment, time consuming meetings, and required attendance to certain events, I had GREAT FUN just being able to teach kids and share A LOT to them. I even told them that if only I could have my subject be mostly about LIFE, I'd be even more glad to be there in front.
Well, the reasons why I quit are obvious.
And for now, I keep thinking about what I want to do next in my life. I have A LOT of dreams. I am ambitious but the problem is I don't have the fucking guts. I have never done baby steps yet (though this blog can be taken as such).
I used to consider the time I resigned from teaching as the first step to my dream but here I am commenting on essays.
I need motivation. I need strength. I need inspiration.
How long should I wait 'til I get the guts to materialize my principles in life?
But first, where should I start?
Thursday, March 24, 2011
E 15: New
Out with the old, in with the new. Every term, in the office, we move to a new station closer to our new supervisors in our new teams. This is the first time I get to have a station which has no big plane that blocks my view across the station. And from the deepest part and last aisle of the office, I moved to the first aisle just in front of the head supervisor.
The morning dweller of thid station is someone who used to be my other-half also in my past station, which was two terms ago, so we get along well and I understand that she has a lot of stuff there. So, I'm back to the Hello Kitty mouse pad! (I like its padding where my wrist can rest!)
Upon turning on the PM account of the computer, another girly stuff welcomed me in my new station: my Disney Fairies themed MSN Live Messenger. Now that, I couldn't bear so I had to download quickly a new skin for my chat box.
In addition, my wallpaper had Wonder Girls smiling with colorful theme. So, there was a lot to change in the computer. Haha!
I barely get sleepy here. Not that I have two big bosses behind me. I don't know why. But one disappointing fact is that I don't have unlimited access to Facebook anymore unlike in my past two stations where Facebook never crashed. In here, Facebook is hard to load up.
And since my station isn't too high anymore, I am kissed by the flourescent lights of the office.
I got easy access to the pantry because it is right beside me. I don't even have to walk much to go out of the office anymore because I am closer to the doorway of our section.
And, of course, someone, at some time, comes along and my station faces the whole places so I am able to see that someone coming over and my day is complete---give me some rice before this someone is gone. Ah, appetizer..
Okay.... Back to work...
The morning dweller of thid station is someone who used to be my other-half also in my past station, which was two terms ago, so we get along well and I understand that she has a lot of stuff there. So, I'm back to the Hello Kitty mouse pad! (I like its padding where my wrist can rest!)
Upon turning on the PM account of the computer, another girly stuff welcomed me in my new station: my Disney Fairies themed MSN Live Messenger. Now that, I couldn't bear so I had to download quickly a new skin for my chat box.
In addition, my wallpaper had Wonder Girls smiling with colorful theme. So, there was a lot to change in the computer. Haha!
I barely get sleepy here. Not that I have two big bosses behind me. I don't know why. But one disappointing fact is that I don't have unlimited access to Facebook anymore unlike in my past two stations where Facebook never crashed. In here, Facebook is hard to load up.
And since my station isn't too high anymore, I am kissed by the flourescent lights of the office.
I got easy access to the pantry because it is right beside me. I don't even have to walk much to go out of the office anymore because I am closer to the doorway of our section.
And, of course, someone, at some time, comes along and my station faces the whole places so I am able to see that someone coming over and my day is complete---give me some rice before this someone is gone. Ah, appetizer..
Okay.... Back to work...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
E 14: pARachute pARt 2: The Land
Pain.
Love comes in many forms, and sometimes it even grabs you as quick as a thief.
Then it takes everything away.
How many times do we need to be hurt?
I fall in free air, let the parachute go, and let the wind caress me as I head to something safe. I can see a good landing; it's okay to fall.
A little feeling of insecurity.
But the fall is so graceful... So graceful that I dare to close my eyes because I know that something's going to catch me.
The parachute.
The land.
They've been.
The earth is filled with connections, chains, links; we are bound in a loop that we end up bumping onto one other and even sometimes, so hard that it hurts.
The parachute.
The land.
Not secure.
Just when I though that there will be comfort, safety, security, and faith, I crash on hard ground.
People around me may laugh; I'm the fool again.
I misplaced myself. I have jumped off the plane and just let myself in danger.
The parachute.
The land.
No. Should not.
There can be other ways to fall. I dust myself off, take the flight, await for another jump. Maybe some place else. Maybe nowhere at all. Maybe...
Love comes in many forms, and sometimes it even grabs you as quick as a thief.
Then it takes everything away.
How many times do we need to be hurt?
I fall in free air, let the parachute go, and let the wind caress me as I head to something safe. I can see a good landing; it's okay to fall.
A little feeling of insecurity.
But the fall is so graceful... So graceful that I dare to close my eyes because I know that something's going to catch me.
The parachute.
The land.
They've been.
The earth is filled with connections, chains, links; we are bound in a loop that we end up bumping onto one other and even sometimes, so hard that it hurts.
The parachute.
The land.
Not secure.
Just when I though that there will be comfort, safety, security, and faith, I crash on hard ground.
People around me may laugh; I'm the fool again.
I misplaced myself. I have jumped off the plane and just let myself in danger.
The parachute.
The land.
No. Should not.
There can be other ways to fall. I dust myself off, take the flight, await for another jump. Maybe some place else. Maybe nowhere at all. Maybe...
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
E 13: Count Me In: A Short Review on "3 Idiots"
There are teachers who stick by what they know--closing their minds to other knowledge like a machine that can only define something using rehearsed or progarmmed data. And there are students who can define things by how they interpret the meaning of it.
The teacher is Mr. 'Virus.' The student is Rancho.
"3 Idiots" is a movie that captures many aspects in life and give its audience a new perspective in life, with the use of Rancho's character.
Rancho is a free-will child; intelligent, wise, friendly, and practical. This is the reason why he is liked by two of the 'dumbest' in his class and why he is hated by his teacher who seem to be his opposite.
Rancho represents the other kind of 'Idiot': Someone who challenges the intelligence of the norms by showing his own way of learning in life beyond the book. He is called idiot by someone who sees him as a challenge. Don't we all do that when we find someone who is actually just a threat to what we used to believe and can't let go?
One of the good things in this movie is the interconnection of events from the past and the present. The well-crafted screenplay was able to amaze its audience with how events seem to connect like the use of the woman in wedding dress and scooter, the saying that gets a baby kicking, and the astronaut's pen.
In 3 hours, the movie drives its audience in an entertaining coaster as it gets you laughing, crying, being amazed, and more. 3 Idiots is a perfect film to inspire people to go on with what they love, to do things that seem impossible to do, to be there for our friends, and to do what we think is right.
I think this is the best movie I have seen so far. With its simplicity with its theme, it reflects a lot of things about life. I guarantee you, watching this Bollywood may get you cracking when you see the usual sing and dance numbers, but surely 3 Idiots will let you look at life in a more open-minded way. All is well.
The teacher is Mr. 'Virus.' The student is Rancho.
"3 Idiots" is a movie that captures many aspects in life and give its audience a new perspective in life, with the use of Rancho's character.
Rancho is a free-will child; intelligent, wise, friendly, and practical. This is the reason why he is liked by two of the 'dumbest' in his class and why he is hated by his teacher who seem to be his opposite.
Rancho represents the other kind of 'Idiot': Someone who challenges the intelligence of the norms by showing his own way of learning in life beyond the book. He is called idiot by someone who sees him as a challenge. Don't we all do that when we find someone who is actually just a threat to what we used to believe and can't let go?
One of the good things in this movie is the interconnection of events from the past and the present. The well-crafted screenplay was able to amaze its audience with how events seem to connect like the use of the woman in wedding dress and scooter, the saying that gets a baby kicking, and the astronaut's pen.
In 3 hours, the movie drives its audience in an entertaining coaster as it gets you laughing, crying, being amazed, and more. 3 Idiots is a perfect film to inspire people to go on with what they love, to do things that seem impossible to do, to be there for our friends, and to do what we think is right.
I think this is the best movie I have seen so far. With its simplicity with its theme, it reflects a lot of things about life. I guarantee you, watching this Bollywood may get you cracking when you see the usual sing and dance numbers, but surely 3 Idiots will let you look at life in a more open-minded way. All is well.
Monday, March 21, 2011
E 12: I Just Wanna Fucking Say These
Are bad words really bad? When one is young, bad words are shame for one's parents because it reflects how they take care of their child. When one is a teenager, bad words are the sign of coolness and angst. When one is an adult, bad words are just simple expressions like 'hi,' 'wow,' and 'oh, no.'
I think bad words exist as a therapeutic way to express one's thoughts. Whether good or bad, these words somehow make a statement complete.
"Fuck that retard for screwing my girlfriend."
"I'm doing fucking great today! Woot!"
"Where the fuck is that biatch?"
Do we still call them bad words in some manner? I'm not sure. But the thing is, their etymology shows that they indeed came from evil origins. Shit is another word for 'feces' while fuck is a verb for 'having sex.' With these in mind, they are indeed bad enough to be rolling out of our tongue.
These words have become normal for us, though, especially to adults.
They seem to add up the spice in our sentences and sometimes, not using them feels like not expressing things well. There is a province here in the Philippines where there is a place where things are thrown at a certain wall. You pay for something, and as far as I heard, a television is the most expensive thing to crash on a wall while yelling your hatred and using a bad-word in their dialect, "Taksiyapo!" This place is made to let people express their feelings freely. After the activity, the person would feel a little better, as if a thorn is pulled off from the chest.
I guess there are really times that we need to express our feelings well and cursing helps us release them well. We don't have to limit ourselves with what we can do and what we can say; it's just a matter of appropriateness in terms of when and how to use it.
I think bad words exist as a therapeutic way to express one's thoughts. Whether good or bad, these words somehow make a statement complete.
"Fuck that retard for screwing my girlfriend."
"I'm doing fucking great today! Woot!"
"Where the fuck is that biatch?"
Do we still call them bad words in some manner? I'm not sure. But the thing is, their etymology shows that they indeed came from evil origins. Shit is another word for 'feces' while fuck is a verb for 'having sex.' With these in mind, they are indeed bad enough to be rolling out of our tongue.
These words have become normal for us, though, especially to adults.
They seem to add up the spice in our sentences and sometimes, not using them feels like not expressing things well. There is a province here in the Philippines where there is a place where things are thrown at a certain wall. You pay for something, and as far as I heard, a television is the most expensive thing to crash on a wall while yelling your hatred and using a bad-word in their dialect, "Taksiyapo!" This place is made to let people express their feelings freely. After the activity, the person would feel a little better, as if a thorn is pulled off from the chest.
I guess there are really times that we need to express our feelings well and cursing helps us release them well. We don't have to limit ourselves with what we can do and what we can say; it's just a matter of appropriateness in terms of when and how to use it.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
E 11: WoManizer
Do most or all men cheat? I have heard a lot of confirmed stories about men (may it be straight or not) cheating on their partners. This overgeneralizes men being easy to be tempted.
Is this because of men's hormones? The male hormone is more active and easily fueled than the female's. But should this be tolerated?
Over the week, I have witnessed cheating in different couples. Some of them are couples who have been together for so long. Some of them are just starting. Do men really need to taste something new (even just for a while) while they know that they can still be secure in the arms of someone who loves them?
To be honest, cross my heart, I have NEVER cheated. When in a relationship, I close doors for people who can lead me to delightful temptation. That's why I have no idea why there are people who have the strength and shame to flirt others while existing in a relationship.
I have read this article about men's hormone being aggressive. To share some part, let me post here a part of that article by someone named Seantan:
"Men are born with a different sense of instinct that women are. Male hormones are much more aggressive than female hormones are. We must know that female hormones have their ebbs and surges in life much more frequently than male hormones do. Male hormones remain almost static in the male bodies for the major part of their lives. There are definite hormonal reasons that make men feel much more libidinous than women. Many women ask the real reasons why men cheat more than them. In a way, their hormones predispose them to do so."
The article also states that men have this need to have varieties in life. Men like to try new things; new clothes, new gadgets, new friends, etc. On the other hand, women prefer stability.
Should we excuse this huMAN nature? I don't think so at some point. Yes, we get tempted. We find someone whom we think can be better. But it doesn't mean we have to be unfair to our partner. Our partners trust us; everyday, we remind them that we love them. Yet, eating our own words only leads us to shame and downfall of our reputation. If we want to go test someone if he or she is worth the flirt, we should step out of our relationship to avoid hurting our partners or even both them and the third party. Because in the end, fooling around only shows how stupid we are in decisions, how unreliable we are in commitments, and how weak we are in our self-control.
Is this because of men's hormones? The male hormone is more active and easily fueled than the female's. But should this be tolerated?
Over the week, I have witnessed cheating in different couples. Some of them are couples who have been together for so long. Some of them are just starting. Do men really need to taste something new (even just for a while) while they know that they can still be secure in the arms of someone who loves them?
To be honest, cross my heart, I have NEVER cheated. When in a relationship, I close doors for people who can lead me to delightful temptation. That's why I have no idea why there are people who have the strength and shame to flirt others while existing in a relationship.
I have read this article about men's hormone being aggressive. To share some part, let me post here a part of that article by someone named Seantan:
"Men are born with a different sense of instinct that women are. Male hormones are much more aggressive than female hormones are. We must know that female hormones have their ebbs and surges in life much more frequently than male hormones do. Male hormones remain almost static in the male bodies for the major part of their lives. There are definite hormonal reasons that make men feel much more libidinous than women. Many women ask the real reasons why men cheat more than them. In a way, their hormones predispose them to do so."
The article also states that men have this need to have varieties in life. Men like to try new things; new clothes, new gadgets, new friends, etc. On the other hand, women prefer stability.
Should we excuse this huMAN nature? I don't think so at some point. Yes, we get tempted. We find someone whom we think can be better. But it doesn't mean we have to be unfair to our partner. Our partners trust us; everyday, we remind them that we love them. Yet, eating our own words only leads us to shame and downfall of our reputation. If we want to go test someone if he or she is worth the flirt, we should step out of our relationship to avoid hurting our partners or even both them and the third party. Because in the end, fooling around only shows how stupid we are in decisions, how unreliable we are in commitments, and how weak we are in our self-control.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
E 10: Drive Us Crazy
People like to pretend that they are normal. They usually just want to be accepted by many so they take great care of their image. We all do, right? But the thing is, we try so hard that we somehow lead to the point of fooling ourselves.
I have this great belief that everyone is crazy. Not one of us is left to do everything normal unless that person is dead. All of us got a little craziness of our own.
An honor it is when people call me crazy. I'd reply, "I'd be boring if I'm not." We don't aim to be perfect in life. Imagine life without beer, ugliness, or punchlines. Life would be bland if we're just too nice, or too fun, or too lovely everyday. Sometimes, we've got to ignite the day with something that if not entertain others, satisfy us. No, I don't mean step on others, that's completely beyond the point.
Being a little crazy is testing the limits of our capabilities. How far can we go? How exciting can we get? What are things we never thought we can do? What part of us have we not tapped yet to take over our bodies?
So, get up. Embrace a new day. Light up the night. Make yourself happy. You'll discover a new meaning in life. Of course, if you're too old enough to do this, it ain't easy. But when you find an opportunity, let yourself loose. We only live once on Earth, right?
I have this great belief that everyone is crazy. Not one of us is left to do everything normal unless that person is dead. All of us got a little craziness of our own.
An honor it is when people call me crazy. I'd reply, "I'd be boring if I'm not." We don't aim to be perfect in life. Imagine life without beer, ugliness, or punchlines. Life would be bland if we're just too nice, or too fun, or too lovely everyday. Sometimes, we've got to ignite the day with something that if not entertain others, satisfy us. No, I don't mean step on others, that's completely beyond the point.
Being a little crazy is testing the limits of our capabilities. How far can we go? How exciting can we get? What are things we never thought we can do? What part of us have we not tapped yet to take over our bodies?
So, get up. Embrace a new day. Light up the night. Make yourself happy. You'll discover a new meaning in life. Of course, if you're too old enough to do this, it ain't easy. But when you find an opportunity, let yourself loose. We only live once on Earth, right?
Friday, March 18, 2011
E 9: pARachute
I jumped off my favorite plane and landed on infinite winds. It felt great as my hands embraced the clouds rushing past my body. Sadness is felt as I distanced from the plane I considered heaven. Yet, the world is waiting for me down below.
My parachute clutched me and reminded me to use it. As my heart tugged its string, I was enthralled by the majestic view of this wonderful parachute above me. It rose above me, almost an image that eats me. People that I know saw it, too, and they were amazed by its greatness. I have clearly forgotten that a plane took me to the skies; THIS is a better way to experience heaven, it seems.
Suddenly, it gave up. Its clutch loosened up and it was blow hard by the wind. I was dragged. It felt like falling hard already.
The wind bothered me. My amazement to the parachute is swept away by the quick hustling winds rushing past me.
From heaven to horror it was.
I barely have the strength to control the parachute. It failed me. It made me believe it was worth the jump. Now, it got me falling to solid ground.
But wait. Suddenly, it takes control again. It works again how I preferred it to be though I am sure no more that it won't fail me again. Yet, I saw others who have prepared a safe landing for me. I am on air as I wish I can decide the safest and sure way to land. They both assure safety.
I must decide.
Give me time. More time.
My parachute clutched me and reminded me to use it. As my heart tugged its string, I was enthralled by the majestic view of this wonderful parachute above me. It rose above me, almost an image that eats me. People that I know saw it, too, and they were amazed by its greatness. I have clearly forgotten that a plane took me to the skies; THIS is a better way to experience heaven, it seems.
Suddenly, it gave up. Its clutch loosened up and it was blow hard by the wind. I was dragged. It felt like falling hard already.
The wind bothered me. My amazement to the parachute is swept away by the quick hustling winds rushing past me.
From heaven to horror it was.
I barely have the strength to control the parachute. It failed me. It made me believe it was worth the jump. Now, it got me falling to solid ground.
But wait. Suddenly, it takes control again. It works again how I preferred it to be though I am sure no more that it won't fail me again. Yet, I saw others who have prepared a safe landing for me. I am on air as I wish I can decide the safest and sure way to land. They both assure safety.
I must decide.
Give me time. More time.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
E 8: Squeezed
My head is squeezed. Words are spurting out and they don't look good; they're like blood in bad spurting fashion.
I am pushed.
There isn't enough time for sleep. The earth feels so soft. My feet can't feel the ground. My head is floating. Everybody seems so suspicious; my body is so vulnerable.
Heavy air sits on my eyelids, invisible chains pull my hands down. My body seeks my bed.
I am pushed.
My mind is a broken computer. It is required to talk but words don't seem to make sense.
Because I push myself.
Fennec foxes are cute. They have big ears that bring heat out of their bodies.
Why do journalists do things like.. I don't know.. I'm too par away. Whoever said that I'm ...
I push myself.
The earth.
Fault line. The moon will be 14 percent bigger next week.
I want to eat. They know.. This is not worth reading.
Fuck.
I am pushed.
There isn't enough time for sleep. The earth feels so soft. My feet can't feel the ground. My head is floating. Everybody seems so suspicious; my body is so vulnerable.
Heavy air sits on my eyelids, invisible chains pull my hands down. My body seeks my bed.
I am pushed.
My mind is a broken computer. It is required to talk but words don't seem to make sense.
Because I push myself.
Fennec foxes are cute. They have big ears that bring heat out of their bodies.
Why do journalists do things like.. I don't know.. I'm too par away. Whoever said that I'm ...
I push myself.
The earth.
Fault line. The moon will be 14 percent bigger next week.
I want to eat. They know.. This is not worth reading.
Fuck.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
E 7: The California Gurl
The music industry is filled with blondes trying to outdo one another with their extravagant performances, memorable outfits, banging music, and eyebrow-raising attitude. They try to go past one another that they even almost do the same things and look the same. This causes fans to catfight and war each other on the Internet.
Then came Katy Perry who did not look as if she emerged from the skies or the oceans but rather appeared strutting her ass on the same ground as ours. Perry is brunette-one of her best stand-out looks in the pop industry. Yes, she does wear odd and sometimes, unfashionable wardrobes, but who cares? We love her look. With doe eyes and sexy body, Perry does nothing but charm us that she doesn't have to wear bizarre outfits for us not to notice her.
Having some kind of a big and rocker voice (contralto, according to Wikipedia) also sets Perry apart other popstars. She doesn't need autotune to belt out a note.
Admit it, it's hard to impersonate her voice and way of singing. Even her songs do not sound as if she's trying to kick any other artist off a spot by having a pop rock kind of sound that simply makes her rise on her own pedestal.
One more good thing about Perry is that she isn't desperate for attention. She doesn't have to act crazy or give a finger to anyone to prove that she's not one to be messed with. Well, in the first place, who plans to mess with a charming-yet-kind-of-bitchy woman like her?
Perry has earned herself her own spot in pop culture. She has set a standard in which everyone can respect her simply because she doesn't try to copy others to gain fame. I'm not a huge fan, but I love her effortless originality (though sometimes, she fails to 'impress' me regarding 'effortless originality'). If GaGa and Britney are on the ring, Katy Perry will stand as the referee, and everybody will even want to give her the championship belt without lifting a muscle.
Then came Katy Perry who did not look as if she emerged from the skies or the oceans but rather appeared strutting her ass on the same ground as ours. Perry is brunette-one of her best stand-out looks in the pop industry. Yes, she does wear odd and sometimes, unfashionable wardrobes, but who cares? We love her look. With doe eyes and sexy body, Perry does nothing but charm us that she doesn't have to wear bizarre outfits for us not to notice her.
Having some kind of a big and rocker voice (contralto, according to Wikipedia) also sets Perry apart other popstars. She doesn't need autotune to belt out a note.
Admit it, it's hard to impersonate her voice and way of singing. Even her songs do not sound as if she's trying to kick any other artist off a spot by having a pop rock kind of sound that simply makes her rise on her own pedestal.
One more good thing about Perry is that she isn't desperate for attention. She doesn't have to act crazy or give a finger to anyone to prove that she's not one to be messed with. Well, in the first place, who plans to mess with a charming-yet-kind-of-bitchy woman like her?
Perry has earned herself her own spot in pop culture. She has set a standard in which everyone can respect her simply because she doesn't try to copy others to gain fame. I'm not a huge fan, but I love her effortless originality (though sometimes, she fails to 'impress' me regarding 'effortless originality'). If GaGa and Britney are on the ring, Katy Perry will stand as the referee, and everybody will even want to give her the championship belt without lifting a muscle.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
E 6: Boys 2 Men
Sir waits at the sidewalk for a bus. Before he arrives in the office, he stops over an ATM to withdraw some cash he needs for the next fifteen days of his life. Surrounded by people of different ages, sir walks into the office and placed his finger on the biometrics to check in. Everybody minds his and her own business. Some would greet him. The seat awaited for his warmth. Automatically, he turns his computer on, opens important files, and prepares for another day of work.
Boy asks for an allowance that day from his parents. He arrives at the school and steps into his first class surrounded by people who are mostly of the same age as his. His seat embraced him but not too tight for he walks around to ask for a copy of their homework. His classmates are mostly his friends. Automatically, as the teacher arrives, he opens his notebook, grabs a pen, and prepares for a new day ahead.
Boy asks for an allowance that day from his parents. He arrives at the school and steps into his first class surrounded by people who are mostly of the same age as his. His seat embraced him but not too tight for he walks around to ask for a copy of their homework. His classmates are mostly his friends. Automatically, as the teacher arrives, he opens his notebook, grabs a pen, and prepares for a new day ahead.
The food choices are plenty for sir. He can buy whatever he wants for himself. See a movie, go to amusement parks, buy a new mobile phone--anything, with the right wage, he can get what he wants.
With hands clasped, boy has to beg to his parents to let him go out with his friends and give him enough money for it. If this doesn't work, he will save up, not eat much at school and deprive himself from buying other things just to save up.
Yes, sir earns money. All he has to do is kiss his boss' ass. He doesn't have to, but it happens.
Boy just does his laundry or clean the house and he gets rewarded.
If sir does anything wrong in his company, he may face a lawsuit against him.
Boy gets in trouble at school and the guidance takes care of him.
Sir goes home, relaxes on his own bed, and sleeps soundly.
Boy goes out with his friends, does his homework afterwards, lies down on a bed and sleeps soundly.
With hands clasped, boy has to beg to his parents to let him go out with his friends and give him enough money for it. If this doesn't work, he will save up, not eat much at school and deprive himself from buying other things just to save up.
Yes, sir earns money. All he has to do is kiss his boss' ass. He doesn't have to, but it happens.
Boy just does his laundry or clean the house and he gets rewarded.
If sir does anything wrong in his company, he may face a lawsuit against him.
Boy gets in trouble at school and the guidance takes care of him.
Sir goes home, relaxes on his own bed, and sleeps soundly.
Boy goes out with his friends, does his homework afterwards, lies down on a bed and sleeps soundly.
Monday, March 14, 2011
E 5: From Flat To Fat
Lucky are we already to be able to eat at least 3 times a day. In my case, due to my shift, I only eat brunch and dinner. The thing is, my tummy is becoming a monster.
I used to be really thin. One of the reasons why I think that I am not human is I eat a lot but I didn't gain much weight. But now that I found a job to let me buy food for myself, things have gotten, well, I think, um... Out of hand.
Whenever I feel hungry nowadays, I feel like being deprived of food. Is it normal? It's like I'm going to be sick if I don't grab a bite. I wake up in the morning to eat brunch yet when I arrive at work after just an hour, I feel like having an empty stomach.
Eating for me is defined as having two cups of rice and viand, or munching on two sandwiches, or wolfing a big plate of pasta. Imagine how many times these happens within a day.
I used to be really thin. One of the reasons why I think that I am not human is I eat a lot but I didn't gain much weight. But now that I found a job to let me buy food for myself, things have gotten, well, I think, um... Out of hand.
Whenever I feel hungry nowadays, I feel like being deprived of food. Is it normal? It's like I'm going to be sick if I don't grab a bite. I wake up in the morning to eat brunch yet when I arrive at work after just an hour, I feel like having an empty stomach.
Eating for me is defined as having two cups of rice and viand, or munching on two sandwiches, or wolfing a big plate of pasta. Imagine how many times these happens within a day.
This is the reason why I gained larger arms, visible cheeks, and a flabby tummy. The only consolation is that I still don't fall under the definition of 'fat.' Yet, in my case, I consider this already fat.
Four months ago, my friends and I started going to the gym when I panicked regarding the disappearance of my incredible abs. (Okay, they were not incredible and there were only two of them). I've witnessed the good result in my body but when our friend and gym buddy Gabby got sick, we just suddenly felt lazy being gym buffs.
I'm glad that I gained weight. But the thing is my uncontrollable eating habits give an omen that things might lead into a BIG problem.
Is this really how it feels to be a little fat? You lack determination to work out though you desperately want to? I really really need help with this.
In the mean time, let me enjoy my food.
Four months ago, my friends and I started going to the gym when I panicked regarding the disappearance of my incredible abs. (Okay, they were not incredible and there were only two of them). I've witnessed the good result in my body but when our friend and gym buddy Gabby got sick, we just suddenly felt lazy being gym buffs.
I'm glad that I gained weight. But the thing is my uncontrollable eating habits give an omen that things might lead into a BIG problem.
Is this really how it feels to be a little fat? You lack determination to work out though you desperately want to? I really really need help with this.
In the mean time, let me enjoy my food.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
E 4: Damned In Love
Love conquers extremities. It can either build you or break you. But it seems that usually, people have to undergo the negative side.
Angelie thought that after her break up with her very nice boyfriend, she has finally found a good replacement. For just a short time, her heart was stolen by this man out of nowhere. When she realized that she was already carrying the child of this man, she figured that it was good news. Bad news struck like lightning: the man has a family already. Worse: the man now denied her and her child.
Kristy plays around most of the time when it comes to love. Then came a man who made her know the difference between love and lust. Kristy swore that this is one of those rare moments that she fell head over heels. Then, out of the blue, the man stopped returning calls and messages to her. Sadness and curiosity filled her head. Weeks later, the man posted in his wall on Facebook a picture of a girl who seemed to be his new girl friend.
It is not easy for Maverick to fall in love again after a great heartbreak. But a young lad made it easy for Maverick to take the chance. The man promised that nothing would ever come between them. Maverick noticed that the man was not sweet enough to him. After a month, the man quit with the mere reason that he couldn't prioritize Maverick due to his job. The man said he could not give his best to him. Yet, when Maverick mentioned about the man's lack of act of affection, the man said that it was his best. Maverick has lots of questions... But the man doesn't want to communicate much anymore. What's worse: they only broke up through texting.
How many times do people need to be hurt in love? Why are there people who begin relationships and then take it back just when their partners are already swimming in the depths of their relationship?
Can we still say that these relationships where bound by love? I guess not.
Relationships work like our feet; there should be two of them to keep going and to be able to go somewhere. If the other is not functioning, it's not a relationship anymore.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
E 3: The End
Everything ends in this world. Nothing's permanent. The end of many things does not happen all at once, yet, people believe that next year, 2012, will be the end of the world.
Yep, the whole world. We are all aware of what the Mayans predicted about 'the end' of the world-the Earth will be aligned with the sun and the center of our universe, gravitational pulls, orbit broken, disasters, blam blam blam!
People are so paranoid that everytime something BIG happens in a place, they flood our Facebook walls with their claims that it is the apocalypse (yep, it is the high-tech version of a cardboard saying 'the end has come' as they stand on streets). Who are you, a mayan? Nostradamus? Are you the new messiah? My ass.
Yesterday afternoon, March 11, was the time we heard about the news about an 8.5 magnitude earthquake in Japan. Hours later, videos of an enormous tsunami flooded the web.
One scientific fact I found related to this is the upcoming Supermoon. Not that our satellite decided to wear a cape and a brief outside its suit. This is when the moon comes to its closest to our planet. Gravitational pull, disasters, blam blam blam!
After being Einstein Junior for one paragraph, I decide to just hush--cause I know no more. But for some more serious note, do we really need to make everyone panic? Are we sooooo excited about the end of the world that we want to be part of the bandwagon where people become flea in the ear?
Come on. The end happens all the time. We're just too busy that we forget to recoil. Tsunami or not, we face death in everyday life. We are swept away by the tide of mediocrity, we are engulfed by the pollution, we are drowned by the everyday battles for hope, peace, prosperity, love... The end is near--it always is. But I guess those tweets and wall posts can be useful in some ways; like reminding people to make the best in life--and be nice to others and to the world!
Your time is running out and you don't even know it. What have you done so far in your life to not worry that you'll end it without worrying?
Friday, March 11, 2011
E 2: Appetizer
Ayala mall was filled with restaurants while my pocket feels embarassed to them. My tummy led my feet in finding a good place to eat when my pocket decided that I can only have cheeseburger and fries for lunch. My tummy and my mouth are sick of them, but they had no choice. As my mouth munched on the sticks of potatoes, my life seemed to be at its best of having nothing but the usual.
My soul is sick of intaking the same stuff everyday, and I don't just mean cheeseburgers and fries.
My phone decided to tell my fubu AKA food buddy, Georgina, to have pasta for dinner--as a temporary escape to the usual rice meals we have. So this evening, my intestines had bolognese, a very very tasty roasted chicken, and soup. Okay, call me boring, but my mouth rarely eats new kinds of foods. So the bolognese was kind of a gateway to a new start.
Today my feet walked the similar streets, my eyes faced the similar computer, and my fingers tapped the similar keys. But don't stop there, my mind does not think of the same stuff everyday and my soul is not always as how you see it is. Somehow, they want to break free. They exist bigger than I am and I respect them as if different creatures rest inside me.
They are here to help me. In the mean time, my body is trying to find the right keys to let them out, like my dinner.
Have you been eating the same food everyday? Every once in a while, try something new. It kind of adds spice literally and figuratively to our life in a little way.
People, we are just starting. You have not seen what is in store for desert.
My soul is sick of intaking the same stuff everyday, and I don't just mean cheeseburgers and fries.
My phone decided to tell my fubu AKA food buddy, Georgina, to have pasta for dinner--as a temporary escape to the usual rice meals we have. So this evening, my intestines had bolognese, a very very tasty roasted chicken, and soup. Okay, call me boring, but my mouth rarely eats new kinds of foods. So the bolognese was kind of a gateway to a new start.
Today my feet walked the similar streets, my eyes faced the similar computer, and my fingers tapped the similar keys. But don't stop there, my mind does not think of the same stuff everyday and my soul is not always as how you see it is. Somehow, they want to break free. They exist bigger than I am and I respect them as if different creatures rest inside me.
They are here to help me. In the mean time, my body is trying to find the right keys to let them out, like my dinner.
Have you been eating the same food everyday? Every once in a while, try something new. It kind of adds spice literally and figuratively to our life in a little way.
People, we are just starting. You have not seen what is in store for desert.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
E 1: Paint Cans
Everyday is a new day. If you're working 9 to 5, you will have trouble comprehending that statement. I sort of work 9 to 5, in the business capital of the Philippines. I also live in this city, where I grew up and spend 98 % of my 23 years of living and still counting.
I've been warned; my work would be monotonous. I check essays of a hundred plus students from another country where English is a very important language to learn. Everyday is a battle with words, miscomprehension, and laziness. Every day is virtually similar.
Sometimes, or maybe most of the time, things are just how we define them. We have the power to turn them into something we want them to be.
When I was interviewed for this job, I was asked how I will cope with the monotonous lifestyle.
I smiled, gave some things I do when I'm bored, and said, "Boredom depends on how we live our life. When we're bored, it means we're just letting things happen."
Am I generally bored now? Hell, yes. Because I'm letting the sun crawl from East to West. So, I wondered if I could just try painting the sun in different colors. Why not make the clouds sing? Why not make mountains dance?
Life is too short for us to act like robots and let grey strands conquer our heads.
It is a challenge to live everyday the same yet find something new and write about it. I'm not sure if I can keep up, but I'd love to dare myself. It's bungee jumping without testing the length of the harness. Okay, where are my cans of paint?
I've been warned; my work would be monotonous. I check essays of a hundred plus students from another country where English is a very important language to learn. Everyday is a battle with words, miscomprehension, and laziness. Every day is virtually similar.
Sometimes, or maybe most of the time, things are just how we define them. We have the power to turn them into something we want them to be.
When I was interviewed for this job, I was asked how I will cope with the monotonous lifestyle.
I smiled, gave some things I do when I'm bored, and said, "Boredom depends on how we live our life. When we're bored, it means we're just letting things happen."
Am I generally bored now? Hell, yes. Because I'm letting the sun crawl from East to West. So, I wondered if I could just try painting the sun in different colors. Why not make the clouds sing? Why not make mountains dance?
Life is too short for us to act like robots and let grey strands conquer our heads.
It is a challenge to live everyday the same yet find something new and write about it. I'm not sure if I can keep up, but I'd love to dare myself. It's bungee jumping without testing the length of the harness. Okay, where are my cans of paint?
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