tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37267424667740106232024-03-05T21:00:05.323+08:00Going Guderianquick, short bursts of writing.
Blitz~Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-84367783773515583902017-06-07T15:30:00.004+08:002017-06-07T15:43:17.595+08:00<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Rick, forgive me for doing this in notes; I’m not strong enough to do it in persons.<br /><br />I realize now that I’m attracted to you for the same reason I can’t be with you: you can’t change.<br /><br />And I have no problem with that, but it clearly means I have a problem with myself.<br /><br />I’m sure there’s no perfect version of me. I’m sure I’ll just unify species after species and never really be complete.<br /><br />But I know how it goes with us. I lose who I am and become part of you. Because in a strange way, you’re better at what I do without even trying.<br /><br />Yours, and nobody else’s, </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Unity </span></i></span> </div>
Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-83431886358467538232017-06-05T18:50:00.001+08:002017-06-05T18:50:34.368+08:00These OId Bones<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I just suck the fun out of everything. Day by day, the flavor gets muted and the sensation... is far from what it was. I am tired and yet I do not exert enough effort. I am disappointed by so many things. These emotions are not doing me any good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes I feel that I do not care enough about the things that really matter and that I put too much weight on things that don't. I am stuck in a roundabout and I'm running out of gas. I think I need to rest these old bones. What you do, what you feel, what you think, along with your sins are not my burden anymore. They are not mine to carry -- the same way that I don't give you a cross to bear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Talk is cheap. Let's just keep quiet.</span><br />
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Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-73089450644001764842017-05-30T19:46:00.002+08:002017-06-05T18:43:56.388+08:00Out of Sight, Out of Mind<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Almost 27 years. I think that's old enough to say that play time is over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As a kid, my parents always told me not to pick fights with others. As I grew up, I always thought "Why not?" Especially when you're on the right side of the fence. Trying to make a man out of my own lauds, picking a fight seemed to be a good idea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Fast forward to year 27, everything seems like a fight-in-the-making. Jokes, exchanges, drinking binges, for Christ's sake -- even driving. Friends can sometimes feel like strangers you'd definitely scoff at on your way to work, and family becomes overbearing at times. Always looking for a fault so I can spew some nasty things at them. Not a good sign. Sometimes, I just want to bury memories and blur faces. But then again, I may just be overthinking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Again, in a drunk stupor, I ask a buddy of mine what he thinks of this story I told him. I got pissed at him for telling me off, that I was too busy investing time on shit that didn't matter. I shouted in response -- "Well, it matters to me!" Only after waking up the next day with a bad hangover and an even worse buzz brought about by a sudden realization that I came to a conclusion that I do think too much of things that don't really matter. So fuck it, fuck that, fuck you, fuck everything. Less shit for me to take on. Less fake people to rub elbows with, less distractions on my part. And at year 27, that sounds like a good plan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I need to see less, feel less, worry less to experience more. Some things are just not worth your attention. So instead of goodbye, I say good riddance. It was fun while the booze was in and the food was hot.</span><br />
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Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-80340245894806510062016-05-25T00:04:00.000+08:002017-02-14T18:51:49.247+08:00White Flag<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Being at war with yourself is an absurd thought and yet it is very real. The factions, the bullets, the wounds, the scars, the casualties, the truce, the ending of peace talks, the firefights, the meaninglessness of it all.</span></div>
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I have been at war with myself for quite a long time. It was and still is a fiasco in my head. Why did this happen? How did it begin? When will it end? Will it ever end? Maybe it has to do with the fact that I couldn’t and wouldn’t want to surrender for the longest time. Always thinking about how tough I am. A man’s man. You never see a man crying - he never shows it because it’s none of your business. That bullshit kept replaying in my head whenever I relive the moments of my despair and deception.</div>
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Blaming everyone but myself was counterproductive. It is a vicious cycle. Even Sid would agree with me here. Always someone else was to be blamed for my misfortunes, never me. Never me who is great, talented, skillful, lovable, admirable, smart, liked and loved by most people.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Also, the fact that you have to mean something in this world didn’t help with the continuous beatings. At 26, you should be this. At 27, you should be earning this much. At 30, you should be ready to settle down. At 35, happy with your own family. At 40, probably retire early and pursue your passions or maybe put up a profitable business to live comfortably the rest of your life. The immense pressure is cracking me up. Seeing friends succeed, seeing them get married, seeing them happy with traveling, seeing them seeing other people - places, opportunities while I rot away in limbo. Wasting away talent and doing away with a mediocre skill set. Trying to find meaning and relevance in a world of measures and standards by which we are judged. Driving the newest car, having the most expensive watch, living the lifestyle that you could have only dreamed of, wearing the most in-the-new trends in fashion, riding the lightest time trial bike... All of those things just whirring in your head even in your sleep is dragging, I tell you.</span></div>
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All of this self defeating self talk will one day be a page in a diary. The troubles of a young mind crippled by debilitating anxiety, trust issues, family quarrels that sometimes turn into violent confrontations, humblebrags from contemporaries, the wanting of a better life and so on. So it goes said Vonnegut. And it will go. I tell you. Everything will go. As for now, I come to understand that without struggle, there is no triumph. Without hardship, nothing is ever worth celebrating. And that wars can come to a complete standstill, they can rage on for as long as you want, and that the fighting never stops until one side drops the guns and the contempt for the other and become the man - if not the BIGGER man. Only I can stop the cycle and the first way that I can do it is to wave my white flag over my head and only pray that the other side stops shooting. Drop everything and surrender. Sometimes it is the only way to win. </div>
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Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-6562228096328363832015-11-05T13:00:00.000+08:002015-11-05T13:00:25.922+08:00<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Doon sa malayo<br />Umaabot ang bulong ng mga alon<br />Gaano man kaliit at kahina<br />Darating at babangga sa kabilang dulo ng kongkretong dalampasigan<br />Makinang sa liwanag ng araw<br />Tahimik sa paghiwa ng de-makinang mga bangka<br />Aalis at babalik sa pantalan lulan ang pangangailangan at pagtupad sa pangako ng isa na namang araw<br />Salamat, umaga.</span>Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-48165256439252748492015-11-01T12:22:00.001+08:002015-11-01T12:22:52.526+08:00<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Disposable</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A crumpled piece of letter<br />Put out cigarette<br />Lone crown cap<br />Empty bottle<br />Used tissue<br />Each tells a story<br />Begging an audience<br />A story laying in wait<br />Broken in memories<br />Past and used<br />Replaceable<br />In transit, in the moment<br />Utility in the simplest and most underrated form<br />Waiting in silence<br />Picked up until none is left<br />Much like this instance<br />A fleeting reminder<br />Of a past written in present tense<br />Designed to last a lifetime in idle<br />We sit and wait<br />It comes. It goes.<br />Falling words become ashes that form beds<br />Straightened, clean, stained by coincidence.<br />Whatever happens in the morn of this man-made holiday, we are spent.</span>Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-55175459859371224332015-10-31T09:32:00.000+08:002015-10-31T09:32:00.150+08:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Go to noisy places to block out the
voices in your head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Move along with the crowd to be truly
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Listen intently if you want to speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Drink to drown something you want dead
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">To shout all alone in the wild is to
whisper your thoughts just so someone may hear you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-79520417910350612732015-10-30T09:57:00.002+08:002015-10-30T09:57:22.754+08:00<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Writing is a lot
like masturbation. You get an itch to do it. Inspiration and musing are your
porn. You browse the archives in your head and sift through the infinite
thoughts that are rushing in and around your head. Pick one – the perfect clip,
the most appetizing idea. And then you go over it in your mind. You have to
stroke it to make something happen. It’s not the prettiest thing to say but
it’s the truth and the truth usually doesn’t look gorgeous. It is raw, naked,
and most likely tastes bad. Writing is something you do to yourself to see if
you’re even capable of creating. It’s a practice and only by doing it as many
times as you can, only can you become acceptable if not good at it. After the
flurry of ideas, the falling of letters onto paper, you look at what you came
up. Read it. Read it again. Read it some more. Did you like what you created?
Don’t feel bad. Do it again. You only feel two things after you do the deed.
Ecstasy – seeing what you created, being happy with the outcome, savouring the direction
of it all. Or you feel guilty after. You loathe. You regret you even made the
decision to do it in the first place. You feel disgust but that’s okay. No one
is without sin just as no single piece of poetry or prose is infallible and the
all-time great. Just remember - it’s all in the wrist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-91185990149180393582015-10-30T09:31:00.000+08:002015-10-30T09:31:01.940+08:00WB<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">This is a test.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">A friend dropped
a book on my desk to help me with my self-imposed writer’s block. Funny thing
about it is that the book is titled “Writer’s Block” and literally looks like a
block. It’s composed of different writing exercises to help writers get a move
on in their creative pursuit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Here are some of
my handpicked exercises and the pieces I had written to “answer” them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Write about the
worst driving you’ve ever done.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I’m a terrible
person behind the wheel. My worst driving experience was during one of my
father’s birthdays. We started this particular celebration by drinking at
around 9 a.m. I excused myself from work, told my boss that I got sick the
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">gift for my old man. What a piece of shit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">As always when
we drink, we drank hard. It was a binge fest. After a couple 3 bottles of
liquor, we cleaned up and drove to another spot to meet different people to
“celebrate” a bit more. I was the one driving. I passed out on the table after
a few beers and only remembered waking up and paying for the tab. I was piss
drunk but I insisted that I should be the one to drive. After all, my father
was far better at this game than me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">So to finish
off, the worst driving I’ve ever done was something I can’t entirely remember.
And the worst thing about it is I lived to write about it. What dumb luck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Outcast”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Poetry night,
every night. Bottles of beer stood proudly on the table. They are inviting in
their emptiness. Another night of solitude for Jake. Two women made their way
to their spot. He didn’t even blink. They shot down that plane even before it
took off. They said they were Jersey boys – two young salesmen peddling their
wares on the streets. They didn’t know their product was not currency in this
town. The management didn’t allow strangers to </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">hold the mic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Valentine’s
Day”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">These yuppies
are hooked. It wasn’t E. Meth was too country for this crowd and besides, who
else in their honest mind would want their teeth to fall out? Also, too much
stuff is needed to smoke that shit. The bulb looks too messy. Foil is brittle
and obvious. Don’t get me started on the smell and the taste. That shit is just
nasty. But this, this is the drug of tomorrow. It’s something that you can
actually enjoy putting in your mouth. Sweet with a bit of tang. Wait for it.
Wait for it. There. It’s a “lay me down” shit is what it is. A sting on the end
will pull you back. But remember, look for the brand “SO FINE” to know that
you’re getting grade A stuff. You should be able to read it on that
heart-shaped candy. If it looks cracked and all brittle, walk away. Get your
money’s worth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Bad Hair Day”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Fuck it. Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Ay yo what’s the
hold up? Let’s go! Let’s go!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Shit. This thing
is itchy as hell! Fucking fucks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">What you gotta
wear that piece of shit thing for huh?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Shut up man.
Just let me do my thing and I’ll let you do yours, ayt?! I ain’t messing with </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">your do, man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">All I’m saying
is why wear a wig when you can just wear a mask?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Yo, people in
that joint ain’t gonna complain that Donald Trump hit them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">You have such
bad taste.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I wouldn’t go
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The cat lady on 10</span><sup style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">th</sup><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">. I wonder how
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> Mr. Douchebag on
the 9<sup>th</sup>. It’s not Porsh. It’s Por-shuh. Suck a dick.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> Emily on 8<sup>th</sup>.
Really? Mr. 9<sup>th</sup> Floor?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> 7<sup>th</sup>.
Looks like Ray isn’t home yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> 6<sup>th</sup>.
Those two brewers have really good taste in music.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> 5<sup>th</sup>. Still
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> Jesus Christ
that brunette on 4<sup>th</sup> has a rocking body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"> 3<sup>rd</sup>
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Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-79679584564997245942015-10-30T09:24:00.003+08:002015-10-30T09:24:53.157+08:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I am poisoned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I am poison.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">The face in the mirror is unrecognizable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">He wonders what had happened to the
crusade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Battle born.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Scarred with self-inflicted wounds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Who is this person?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Why does he look tired?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Maybe it’s because of all the feigning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">There is no antidote.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">No panacea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Just more alcohol<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">And cigarettes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">And ashes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">And smoke<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">And fast women.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">It pays to be free.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">You pay to ONLY believe <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">that you are free.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I’ve spent more than what my body can
cash in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I’d like to think that I’m the spider.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Yet I am the fly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-3227854735476475492015-10-18T23:27:00.001+08:002015-10-18T23:27:20.178+08:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Pagluha. Banayad na dumaloy ang bawat patak sa iyong mukha. Marahan. Payapa. Sinasalungat ito ng dibdib mong di matimpi ang alimpuyo ng damdamin, apoy, at alaala. Tila isang dibuho kung saan nag-aagaw ang kulay at mensahe. Sa bawat guhit, ikaw ang inaalala ngunit pilit mong nililimot.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">###</span>Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-50519579579932322792015-10-12T12:31:00.001+08:002015-10-12T12:31:19.198+08:00Tayo at Sila<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Tayong mga nasisilaw sa kintab ng mga bagay<br />Tayong mga nagsisikap para sa luho<br />Tayong mga sabik na magpakitang gilas<br />Tayong sawa sa mga kapritsohan ng buhay ngunit patuloy na bumibili<br />Tayong mga sumusuko sa kalsada ngunit gigising kinabukasan para sumabak uli<br />Tayong mga bulag, pipi at bingi - nagmamaang maangan sa hinagpis ng estado<br />Tayong mga walang pakialam sa kanila</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />Silang walang mga mukha<br />Silang walang mga pangalan<br />Silang mga walang tirahan<br />Silang silat sa katarungan<br />Silang mga nakabukas ang palad<br />Silang mga sabik sa dunong at pagkakataon na ipinagkakait<br />Silang mas mapagbigay pa kahit sariling isusubo na lang ay inaagaw pa<br />Sila sana ang nauna pero tayo pa rin ang mabilis</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />Tayo ang maramot sa katiting na handog<br />Tayo ang ilag sa kanila dahil sa kanilang panlabas na itsura<br />Tayo ang lumalayo dahil sa mga konseptong nakatanim sa isipan natin<br />Tayo ang sakim at sarili lamang ang iniisip<br />Tayo ang kawawa sa huli<br />Ginhawa o konsensya?</span>Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-58327998204705722442015-09-21T21:28:00.001+08:002015-09-21T21:28:26.338+08:00Unread letter<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Remembering can be a burden and forgetting, a gift. It's a pain to know that you will always choose yo relive the memories I would rather blur in my head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Your face is the look of disappointment. A never ending loop of the creasing of your forehead and the plummeting of your lips keep playing inside my head. It is what it is, I guess but I can only hope for a reprieve, a stay, a pardon but only in my wildest fantasies can it come true.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I drink to blur that look in your face. Bottle after bottle and I'm half past angry. I try to kill something in me and the best thing I can think of is ordering another double of whiskey, neat. Id rather forget the way it numbs my mouth, then my throat, then my head and finally the wound inside of me that I have yet to find.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I will forget you. I will try not to remember just as I know you would.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">...</span>Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-18586400090256083222015-06-24T21:43:00.000+08:002015-06-24T21:43:13.253+08:00Maybe<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">“Maybe? Maybe if
we really do become strangers again by some way of magic or a scientific
experiment gone wrong, I feel I’d still be drawn to you naturally. And it’d be
fun to kiss you again for the first time. I need not be drunk the second time
around.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-12495887236953090452015-06-23T11:00:00.000+08:002015-06-23T11:00:01.933+08:00Scribbles<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Did you practice when you were little?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My pint-sized god was talking to me. I looked at him with every ounce of adoration I still have left. His red cheeks were glowing in the summer light. His black hair shiny and swayed with the cool wind. This boy is my salvation. It pains me to think that in a matter of hours, we must part again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"I like you, Daddy."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My heart melted. I held his face and smiled. I haven't had a reason to smile like this in a very long time.</span>Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-4169635366192637632015-06-23T00:25:00.000+08:002015-06-23T00:25:24.956+08:00So you wanna be CEO?<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Things start
with a romantic idea. No, not that kind of romance – no star-crossed lovers,
musicals, birds chirping and riding off into the sunset sort of things. You can’t
contain your inspiration any longer. After months of deliberation, you decide
to leave it all behind and stick with your guns. It feels right. It seems like
the most wonderful thing ever. You pull the trigger – you start your own
business. Well, at least you thought you did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Here’s the
thing: you’re not in a movie or a cancelled TV series (I’m looking at you
<i>How To Make It In America</i>. Guys, please. You have to do another season!) where everything seems so
shiny and wonderful. Starting a business on your own is a big thing. And if you’re
one of those young adults who still aren’t used to adulting just yet, chances
are things won’t go so well right off the bat. But what’s success without a
little struggle, right?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I may be
rambling but hear me out. So far, here are some things I’ve learned in 6-month
long attempt in starting my own business:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><b>Starting your
own business will not be easy and it shouldn’t.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">You are building
your company from the ground up. You should put your back into it. Working for
other people is different from working for yourself. CEOs get to sit on top of
the mountain because they know how difficult the climb was. And besides,
challenging times will make for great stories someday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><b>Stick to your
guns. If your gut tells you something, go for it!</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I can’t count
the times that I thought to myself “I should have” and “I shouldn’t have done
that.” Your instinct is there for a reason. Trust it and see what happens. It’s
sure as hell better than doing nothing. Risk is and will always be an
occupational hazard. Without it, how else are you going to succeed? If you want
something bad enough, you need to go at it hard. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Go big or go home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><b>Fear is both
friend and foe.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">It is a
motivator, a teacher, a rival. Are you afraid that you won’t make it in the
long run? Good, that means you’re aware of what could happen if you don’t do
the things you need to do. Even when things are going great, you’d still have
that sliver of fear at the back of your mind. Don’t feed your fear but do
everything in the best of your ability to emerge as the victor. Let go of
inhibitions, they will just drag you down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><b>Plan ahead.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">Think things
through twice, three times, four times. Focus on your goal and map out the road
to your endgame. Leaving things to chance is probably not the wisest business
plan out there. Once you plan things, you can keep your progress in check.
Plus, you can finally put that planner of yours into good use. You did pay for
it with all those Starbucks drinks you ordered last Yuletide season.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><b>Don’t be afraid
to ask for help.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">It’s good that
you want to do things on your own. DIY or die, right? But there’s also nothing
wrong with getting by with a little help. Seek the counsel of your wiser peers.
Consult books and do your research. The more you know, the better you’ll get at
the whole business thing. Discipline is remembering what you want. Don’t let
your pride get the better of you because sometimes, all you have to do is ask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I’m still
learning the ropes in this whole business thing so I’ll keep this tab open. For
the meantime, I’ll have my pen and paper ready for more lessons. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-21029925934651216262015-06-17T23:04:00.001+08:002015-06-17T23:25:04.160+08:00Today<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My mother always told me to say a little prayer every
morning when I wake up. She says it’s a little gesture of appreciation for the
gift of life. The same goes every night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today, here are the things I am grateful for:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>1. I am grateful for the gift of health.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am
feeling better than yesterday. My cough is still here but it hurts a lot less
now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>2. I am grateful for the food on my plate and the
person who prepared it for me.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Usually, a nominal ‘thank you’ would suffice but
not today. Appreciation shouldn’t be a memorized two-word sentence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>3. I am grateful for the roof over my head for I am
able to sleep soundly at night.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It keeps me warm when the rain comes. It keeps
me under its shade when the sun is up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>4. I am grateful for I have all of my senses.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Even
during times when my common sense and sense of humor are nowhere to be
found.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>5. I am grateful for the ability to laugh, anytime,
anywhere and with anyone.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It only means happiness still keeps me company.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>6. I am grateful for the work on my desk.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">These
pending tasks are a reminder that I have a responsibility and that I am
trusted.</span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>7. I am grateful for the love of our pets.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They never
fail to greet me whenever I come home from a long day on the road. They’d
always run towards me as I slow down to park the car. They are creatures of God who have
nothing but love flowing in their veins.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>8. I am thankful for the privileges I receive.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I
have more than what I need and for that I am truly fortunate.</span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>9. I am grateful for the little things.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The fact
that it did not rain while I was driving today, that I got home safe, for the
quiet time I had while I had my late lunch. </span></div>
<div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>10. Lastly, I am grateful for the ability to notice
these things – great or small.</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Things can get so blurry when you’re busy
living.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It feels good to know that you have so much to be thankful for.</span></div>
Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-60453072415158996032014-10-15T16:44:00.000+08:002014-10-15T16:52:35.134+08:00Unfinished, Kindness<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wanted to write an entry for the Palanca 2014 but couldn't quite make it. I am this unfinished piece of work and it's a bad and good thing. Bad due to the fact that I can't push myself to finishing this article even though I sorely wanted to. Good because I know that there's still room for me to grow. <br /><br />This is a snippet of my story. It is raw, unedited, and almost unfiltered. Maybe this piece will find itself inside an envelope and make its way to its original destination. But for now, this tiny space will have to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kindness is a word that I try to familiarize myself with. It’s because no matter what happens, I find reasons to be unkind to people; even to those who matter the most to me. And now, I’m writing a laundry list of the things that I’ve done that need to be washed and washed again. It’s a dirty job but I know that I need to do this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Life has been good for me. I really couldn’t complain. I graduated from a respectable school, I had friends and family who supported me all throughout my studies and now, I’m working as a copywriter for a foreign company. If this isn’t sweet and splendid, then I don’t know what is. I look at all of this as a great kindness shown to me by the many powers that I can’t understand. Maybe it’s God’s hidden hand that move all these things to go towards the direction I’m in or if it’s just destiny that predetermines these rewards.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To be honest, I have a weird way of looking at things. I tend to be a pessimist when it comes to good times. I always have a weird gut feel that after the good times come, something terrible is going to happen and it’s just waiting around the corner to drain the color out of me. It’s true and that’s why I always reserve something before ending the festivities. And when the lights go dim, the drinks have been emptied and the food has been feasted upon, my anxiety towards the supposed bad things that are going to happen just grow bigger than ever. It dawns on me that the good times just pass on and that I have to brace myself for the coming hits. Or maybe it’s just a stupid belief that I have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Although I said earlier that life has been good, it doesn’t really mean that everything has become smooth sailing. The mere 5 years I spent in college was not really a walk in the park for me. For the first two years, I believed that college was the best thing that has ever happened to me and that the beer and hard liquor won’t stop pouring and that the good things in life will get handed to me right after I get that stupid piece of paper that they call a diploma. It was the greatest lie I tried so hard to believe in. But when reality hit me in the face that I was a jobless, skill-less, wasting third-year college student who had a baby on the way with his also young girlfriend, the game changed. It was no longer a game. And I found it so hard to see kindness in what kind of a card life had dealt me. It was a complete and total change of everything I imagined. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gone were the future parties, the possible hook-ups and meets with young and foolish people who had nothing but their youth to hold on to. Now, it was all about finishing school, trying to graduate on time or in the shortest time possible, saving up for the hospital bills, moonlighting on our free time and saying sorry to our parents who were clearly disappointed in what had happened. Kindness became an elusive thing for me. I felt that I was given a harsh lesson on life and that what I needed to do was become spiteful and bitter. I was turned black with disappointment in myself and the “good life” I had always known. I felt betrayed in the strongest sense of the word.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And so my journey began. I tried my hardest to reassure my girlfriend that we’re going to get through all of it and smile when we look back at the hard times. It was us against the world. We soldiered through our studies and finished school. Her parents were obviously hard on her. I get it. It was not an easy thing to swallow. Having your youngest daughter stay with you while she was with child was not a thing you let slip so easily. They schooled us every day with their terse remarks and austere affection. It pained me to see my girlfriend go through all of those things because of what we had done. I felt helpless, I felt small. Again, I felt as if the kindness in the world was going the opposite direction we were headed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Although now that I think about it, the cold treatment they showed us was not an effort to shun us for what had happened. It was done in order to toughen us up. They took us in, helped us learn hands-on when it comes to dealing with things that are now beyond our control. Her parents drove hard bargains and at first we didn’t understand. But that was their way of showing that we are not the sum of our past deeds however disappointing they were. We were weaned on the gritty lessons in their home. I realize now that maybe they thought it best to give us the challenge instead of letting people who don’t really understand a thing about what we were going through judge us for our mess. Now that burden of betrayal I was talking about earlier start to feel light, they are being lifted from our shoulders and thrown into the wind. Maybe if they were showy, they would have given us a tap on the shoulder and a thrift nod. No more, no less. It will mean the world to me to see that happen but nevertheless I am thankful for what they have and have not done for us. I am immensely thankful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My parents and I are not really close until that fateful event happened. I still remember the phone call I had made to my mom when we confessed to my girlfriend’s parents that we were expecting. Everything’s still fresh in my memory – my trembling voice, the crackling of my sobs and the loving tone of my mother’s voice. There was a long silence before my voice started shaking and the tears began to flow. “Mom, my girlfriend’s pregnant. I don’t know what to do.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “Come home. Straight away.” And so I did. The first few steps I took inside the house felt like a distant memory but the hollow feeling is still memorable. The ten steps I needed to get inside the house felt like great strides – laborful and forced. Walking during that moment became a task. And when I saw my mom’s face, I couldn’t help but breakdown and just embrace her for the kindness she showed me. My father was about to go home from a trip abroad. I confessed and he just gave me a tight hug. I told them the whole story and they were with me every day since. They backed me up on every decision, gave nothing but the best counsel and took nothing from me but my qualms and the seething pain. It hurt me because I felt that I had disappointed them but they never were disappointed. They told me that time and time again. It was a kindness that I still aim to repay, one way or another. The burden was starting to lift itself from my shoulders.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is always this belief that I’ve had when it comes to dealing with the good stuff that comes my way. I see myself as a very fortunate person. I use the term “fortunate” since I really don’t believe in the idea of luck. It’s one of the many weird quirks that I have. And after being a father at 19, I somehow believed that I lived off the kindness of people. I always looked at the nice things that have happened in my life as works of charity and that these people are merely being kind to some unfortunate fellow. I couldn’t complain about that but being a proud person (it’s a trait I’m not personally fond of,) it was definitely hard for me to swallow all of those things. Even the people who knew my story were thought of doing what they have done just out of pity. Although, I do know better to think of them in that manner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But now I understand that people are kind because that’s the way we are wired. It is innate in every human being, even the despicable ones we so loathe in society or shun in our everyday lives. Kindness just happens although you’d need a conscious effort to keep being kind not only to others but to yourself. It’s one of the greatest gifts that mankind can possess. It can prevent wars, it can mend wounds, and create better and stronger bonds or relationships. What good about it is that it can come from the most unexpected places, people, and deeds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Going back to my laundry list, I really have a lot of people to give thanks to. But I’ll just start with a few from the top of my head. And my advisors during my last years in college will get this ball rolling. Two of my most trusted and admired professors became my advisors in a lot of things during my years in college. Aside from mentoring me inside the classroom where they both taught communication courses, they managed to take me under their wings when it came to the other lessons I couldn’t learn in the classroom. And not only that, they gave me nothing but the best counsel there is. And maybe that’s partly because they’re both mothers – one being a cool matriarch who always has a menthol cigarette tucked between her teeth and the other being a strong-willed woman who has an eyebrow sharp enough to cut you in ribbons. Both of them are not afraid to let out scathing remarks when it came to talking about personal matters. I even became subject to their little disciplinary sessions. But nevertheless, they are some of the nicest people I know. And I think that’s a bit of an understatement.</span><br />
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It’s the 1970s. A 30-something man makes his way across the Golden Gate Bridge. He’s passed by pedestrians and cyclists, and steps around tourists taking pictures of Alcatraz, Angel Island, and the channel of water below that runs between San Francisco Bay and the Pacific Ocean. He gazes up at the reddish-orange towers soaring above, and then climbs over the bridge’s four-foot safety railing. He steps out onto a 32-inch wide beam known as “the chord,” pauses, takes one last long look out at the bay, and then jumps. His body plummets 220 feet and violently hits the water at 75 mph. The impact breaks his ribs, snaps his vertebrae, and pulverizes his internal organs and brain. The Coast Guard soon arrives to recover his limp, lifeless body.</div>
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When the medical examiner later located and searched the jumper’s sparse apartment, he found a note the man had written and left on his bureau. It read:</div>
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“I’m going to walk to the bridge. If one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.”</div>
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Original post from <b><a href="http://www.artofmanliness.com/2014/05/12/what-good-shall-i-do-this-day/">The Art of Manliness</a></b>Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-74744429221672042032014-10-02T15:40:00.000+08:002014-10-02T15:40:35.364+08:0010 word story # 12<h4>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"We are oil and water. That's all we'll ever be."</span></h4>
Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-26646040455838949082014-10-01T16:48:00.001+08:002014-10-01T16:48:44.460+08:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Women do things differently. They move beautifully and gracefully. It's as if their charm flows through the objects they lay their hands on. I just love it."</span>Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-72787662734963176752014-09-24T14:07:00.000+08:002014-09-24T14:07:04.798+08:00Big night, every night<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Ser, ni-request ka nito. Type ka raw!"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Tinapik ng manager ang balikat ko matapos ibulong sakin yung mga linyang yun. Halos di na nga bulong kasi napakaingay sa loob. Halos di ko rin marinig ang kaluluwa ko. Tumango na lang ako at nag thumbs up sa manager.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Hi, I'm Maxx."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Hi, Maxx. Ako si ---."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Petite na babae si Maxx. Layered ang mahabang buhok nya. Itim ang kulay sa pagkakaalala ko. Hindi ko rin gaanong makita dahil malabo na ang mata ko at hindi bababa sa tatlong kulay ang nagsasabay na nagsasayawan sa loob. May strobe light pa nga e.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Maganda rin si Maxx. Halatang bata pa sya. Around 19-22. Pwede rin namang mali ang hula ko at mas matanda sya sakin. Maganda ang hubog ng katawan nya. Mukhang nakakakain naman sya nang tatlong beses sa isang araw.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Nag-alok ng handshake si Maxx. Kinuha ko naman bilang pabigay galang. Hindi nya binitawan ang kamay ko. Firm naman ang handshake nya, halatang madalas nyang ginagawa.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Bakit Maxx ang pangalan mo? Curious kasi ako. Di ba panlalake yun?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Hawak nya pa rin ang kamay ko.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Nakakabingi pa rin ang ingay sa loob. Lugi ako at medyo bingi ako.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Ah. Maxx. Candy kasi ang dati kong pangalan dito. Pinalitan lang ng Maxx."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Unti-unting humina ang hawak nya sa kamay ko.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Maxx - Candy. Aaaaa. Maxx na kendi. Okay. Witty.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Aaaaaaaaaah. Okay. Ayos a."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Medyo paos na ko ng parteng yun. Mag uumaga na.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Hindi ba masakit yung ginagawa mo?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Yung alin?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Sa ano. Dun. Sa split."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Ha? Split?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Doon sa pagsplit mo nang patalikod?"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Nag-demo ako gamit ang daliri ko para makita nya kung sakaling di nya ko marinig.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Ah. Hindi no. Ba'</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px;">t naman ako masasaktan dun?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Wala lang. Mukhang masakit e!"</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Parang wala lang sa kanya yung pagsplit. Medyo nakasimangot pa nga nung tinanong ko kasi parang ang weird ng unang tanong ko sa kanya.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Hindi. Hindi masakit. Kung masakit yun edi sana di ko ginawa."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">"Ah okay. Basta bukhang masakit. Kung ako siguro yun wasak na p----- ko."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;" /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;">Di sya sumagot. Maingay pa rin sa loob. Nagbuhos ako ng beer at nagsindi ng isa pang yosi. Mag-uumaga na talaga.</span></span><br />
Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-56172508734271678392014-09-18T16:36:00.001+08:002014-09-18T16:37:33.251+08:00365<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just last night, I caught myself saying <i>"A lot can really happen in a year."</i> This entry will be a summary of the things that I've learned in the past year. I'll try to keep it short in pursuit of brevity (my college professors and instructors always challenged us to write concise pieces. I hope I can do them justice.)</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1. Never underestimate the ability of people close to you betray you.</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This one sits on top of the mountain. Maybe I'm just spiteful but maybe I am not. There are just things that happen and then there are those things that are purposely done. The past year kept driving that nail down my head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2. Overthinking gets you nowhere.</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Too much time thinking will probably leave you way behind. Don't lag. Sometimes, thinking things through is not the best thing to do especially if it's decision time. Pull the trigger or don't.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3. Trust is earned. Don't hand them to people for free.</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is true even for those people who are closest to you. You just never know what will happen. Everything these days should be earned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4. Everyone can be replaced.</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sure, when people die, they die. Nothing you can do about that. But for those people that can leave you with a snap of a finger, don't even come running after them. If it took them that quick to desert you then they're not worth your time, effort, adoration and love. Flick 'em away as you would a used cigarette butt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Read. Run. Lift. Learn. Go out. Mingle. Everything you do on your free time should add to who you are. Lazing around on weekends is a pleasurable thing but do you really want that to be the highlight of your week? Experience and skill are not heavy. Bring them everywhere you go. The pursuit of happiness never ends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Do what you love. Love what you do. For most people, this isn't true. Treat your day job as your hobby and your greatest passion your job. You work to have nicer things in life, to experience everything to the fullest. Too much of one thing can be bad, too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Someone offended you? Don't lash out with fists flying and maybe a knife drawn. Stay cool and collected. Remember, who gets angry first loses. Maybe they do have a point, reassess. Being a real alpha means having the calm of a sailor thrown into a raging sea but needs to get home safely to his family. Let out your storm when need be. Stay out of fights. If it's not worth it, turn around and walk away. Nothing's wrong with that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Excel in everything that you do. If you're going to try then do it all the way. Half-assing things are for dilettantes. Capitalize on strengths and work on your weaknesses. When all else fails and the shit has hit the fan, things can only look up after that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Remind yourself everyday why you're still here. Who's got your back? Stay your course. Family is the reason why you're here and it's probably the reason why you'll never want to stop going further.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What a fucking ride. Soldier on.</span>Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-77108164906829282052014-09-11T19:09:00.001+08:002014-09-26T14:50:30.249+08:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">"Breaking up doesn't always come after fights. Those are theatrical endings that are usually followed by 'baby, i love you so much. i'm sorry.' Most of the time, they come in little breaks in our lives like forgetting to call and never finding time to tell stories how your day was or sending a simple text message that says 'hi, what are you up to?' It's even in the time that you're together but on</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">e (or God forbid, both) of you are all smiling while texting away. It's even in the silence over a cup of coffee since you have nothing to say, not even a fun story that both of you can relate to. Or maybe the fact that you don't find it in you anymore to look for her smile or to be the cause of it. It goes both ways. The little things pile up until they snowball on their way down. Next thing you know, you don't even feel what it's like to be together anymore. You're just familiar strangers." </span></span><br />
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Cheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17460237925530664367noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726742466774010623.post-12894147482341343422014-09-04T21:55:00.001+08:002014-09-04T21:55:54.446+08:00Outside in<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So last night was another eye opener. A good friend hit me up for a couple of drinks. As always, I couldn't make it in time due to the different work hours at our office jobs. He just flew in from work, all the way from Mindanao. He's a social worker, you see. He's one of those few figures in my life that I look up to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Anyway, he got back and said he had something from my mother whom he had met numerous times. My mother always tells me how she finds him interesting and how light hearted he is. I get it, he really is like that. My mother also adds that she feels like he's my brother. I also get that, he is like my brother, maybe even more. He said he just bought two authentic handwoven wraparound cloths used by Muslim women. It was a beautiful handwoven piece. I joked about how I wouldn't give it to my mom and just keep it for myself. He let out a snicker and a laugh and mentioned that he also bought one for his mother. I was thankful, I appreciate that kind of a gesture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As we ordered beer, we got to our usual exchange of "Hey, what's up? How are you holding up? What's new? Really? Wow. Has it been that long?" questions. It was a routine but a heartfelt one. I kind of had the feeling that he was deeply concerned about something. I let some time pass before really digging into what's eating at him. A bottle of Pale Pilsen sounds about just right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He was concerned that he was having a "midlife crisis" even at a young age. We are around 24-25 years of age during the time of this publication. I told him maybe he was just burnt out at work and that he reserves most of his time for work and not really leaves much for himself. He replied "Yeah, maybe. But I don't really know.. it just feels wrong. I feel like I haven't done enough in my life and work."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He said that he was concerned about where his career is headed and that what good does it do. He also added that he wished he had a craft. Said that he wished he had something like a hobby to keep him busy and entertained the way I shoot with film and write about stuff and so on. I was surprised. You see, I always looked at him as someone who knew what he was doing, what he wanted and what he plans to do. He is that kind of person who is passionate about his work and has a clear cut path in his mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I can see that he was lost and struggling with words to describe what he was feeling. He had always been like that. Guarded and refined, I always thought it was an admirable thing about him. It was one of the few things that make him who he is. It's a brand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I just said that maybe all he needed was time to see himself in the eyes of other people. It's just that sometimes, we get too busy dealing with life and forget to see how much of what we do really mean to other people. It's not being vain, it's just reassessing your progress, your work, your passions and reservations. You can't quantify what you do just by looking at other people's work (he taught me that, he fervently believes in it) and at the same time, you can't really assess how important your efforts are until you've seen them from the perspective of a person who has benefited from it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Believe me, he is a social worker out to do good. Maybe he just doesn't see it that way. I can't really compress everything I've learned about life in last night's booze session. Maybe it's not yet time to fully make sense about everything. I think I need another bottle of beer.</span><br />
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