We live to learn. In life, there are basic rules that we must follow because they are learned by people before us. Mistakes have happened and we don't want to make them again.
However, life doesn't give us everything. We can't read a complete book where all the things we ought to do are there. This is when experience comes into the scene. We will never really know what's wrong with something unless we experience it first hand.
Another problem comes into view. There are people who are so uptight. They don't want to make mistakes. They want to be perfect, they want to have a good image, and they want to make themselves believe that they are wiser than themselves. But being wise isn't hiding from the dragon; it's facing the dragon. How can one gain adventure if one's to only stare at it and laugh?
Everyday, we see people that we dislike, people who are different from us, and people whom we think are stupid.
But sometimes, these people either teach us a lesson--which is NOT to be like them-- or they exist to show us how much we are missing in life. You see, life gets boring without a little adventure. And, adventure here means challenging yourself with something new and having a great time with a problem. You don't go to a posh place, lie down, have a drink, and chill. That's relaxation--not challenging unless you are into financial adventure. You can never be perfect--might as well enjoy the imperfections in life.
That's why I see people whom I dislike, people who look and act stupid for me--but I don't want to judge them. I just laugh at them but in the back of my mind, I know that SOME of them are trying on something new. Life is all about learning, not trying to act learned.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
E 53: A Tiny Reunion
College is the make or break starting point of one's career. If there are people who see how you grow in that process, they will be your blockmates.
Saturday, we decided to get a little reunion. It doesn't matter how many people would come--it's the presence that matters. As we sat there at a table, changes are noticed: prettier faces, better personalities, higher positions in their workplaces, bigger bills, and even bigger physiques (that includes me). It is fascinating to see that once, we all were arguing about homework and eating in the cafeteria and now you all discuss better things and eat at a classy restaurant. Some of them changed, some people maintained who they are and what they are known for.
My blockmates were mostly girls from a school where men are endangered species. Knowing the usual girl groups, there will be raised eyebrows and envy among each other. That is virtually seen in this group. The bond is strong and they don't try to outdo one another rather, just tease each other in a more fun and unoffensive way (well, quite frequently).
After that dinner, the few ones left decided to hit the bar. So, we went to the nearest, grabbed a drink, and waited for something to happen. The dancefloor waited patiently but as the DJ pumped it harder, we decided that we oughta to light up the space. Lasers flashed, strobe lights danced, bass pounded, treble pierced our ears, bodies collide, hands in the air, sweat dripped, drinks spilled in mouths... It was a blast as we danced till we effin' dropped!
Afterwards, I had a little talk with the two people I usually end up talking to at nights like those at that same place with the same depths of discussions (though our last topic wasn't something really deep). Then, we called it a night.
No matter how less communication is, friends remain as friends when you meet them once more. Time surely moves quickly, but it can never take away friendships that are made to stand the test of it.
Saturday, we decided to get a little reunion. It doesn't matter how many people would come--it's the presence that matters. As we sat there at a table, changes are noticed: prettier faces, better personalities, higher positions in their workplaces, bigger bills, and even bigger physiques (that includes me). It is fascinating to see that once, we all were arguing about homework and eating in the cafeteria and now you all discuss better things and eat at a classy restaurant. Some of them changed, some people maintained who they are and what they are known for.
My blockmates were mostly girls from a school where men are endangered species. Knowing the usual girl groups, there will be raised eyebrows and envy among each other. That is virtually seen in this group. The bond is strong and they don't try to outdo one another rather, just tease each other in a more fun and unoffensive way (well, quite frequently).
After that dinner, the few ones left decided to hit the bar. So, we went to the nearest, grabbed a drink, and waited for something to happen. The dancefloor waited patiently but as the DJ pumped it harder, we decided that we oughta to light up the space. Lasers flashed, strobe lights danced, bass pounded, treble pierced our ears, bodies collide, hands in the air, sweat dripped, drinks spilled in mouths... It was a blast as we danced till we effin' dropped!
Afterwards, I had a little talk with the two people I usually end up talking to at nights like those at that same place with the same depths of discussions (though our last topic wasn't something really deep). Then, we called it a night.
No matter how less communication is, friends remain as friends when you meet them once more. Time surely moves quickly, but it can never take away friendships that are made to stand the test of it.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
E 52: The Cadaver
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.
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.
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.
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