Life will knock you down more times than you can possibly imagine. Don't knock yourself down. Don't avoid feeling embarrassed because you are afraid something is not gonna go well. So what if it doesn't go well. Put yourself out there. Give yourself a chance.
Mornings are the worst.
The mind seems undefended, easy prey for both memories and imagination. What happened. What should've happened. What might happen someday. Your fault, my fault, no one's fault. The only way to relieve the torment is to get up, empty the bladder, drink the coffee, read the paper, run the treadmill, perform the animal sacrifice, paint the chicken blood on the groin and call upon the demonic spirits to bring you back.
Nights are bad too. Once again, exhaustion makes the mind vulnerable to obsessing over woulda, shoulda, coulda. The only thing to do is sit alone and eat the chicken which was senselessly murdered in the morning.
Letters to Juliet
'What' and 'If' are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But, put them together side by side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life.
What if?
I don't know how your story ended, but if what you felt then was true love then it's never too late.
If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart.
I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like, a love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for, but I'd like to believe, if I ever were to feel it, that I'd have the courage to seize it.
- Great Movie, makes me want to go more to Italy!
Raising Hope
and the it hit me..
“If you really want to be a writer, you can't just give up. If you give up, you'll never know what could have been. What if you wrote the best story anybody has ever heard? If they could turn it into a book, or even a movie, you could win an Oscar. Anything is possible unless you quit. You can't win if you don't play. How cool would it be to win an Oscar?”
Personal Legend
If we have this courage to disinter dream, we are then faced with the second obstacle: love. We know what we want to do, but are afraid of hurting those around us by abandoning everything in order to pursue those dreams. We do not realize that love is just a further impetus, not something that will prevent us going forward. We do not realize that those that genuinely wish us well wants us to be happy and are prepared to accompany us in that journey.
Once we have accepted that love is a stimulus; we come up against the third obstacle: fear of the defeats that we wil meet on the path. We who fight for our dream suffer far more when it doesn't work out, because we can not fall back on the old excuse: "Oh, Well, I didn't really want it anyway." We do want it and we know that we have staked everything on it and that the path of the personal calling is easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in this journey. Then, we warriors of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to know that the universe is conspiring in our favor, even though we might not understand how.
I ask myself: "Are defeats necessary?"
Well, necessary or not, they happen. When we first begin fighting for our dream, we have no experience and we make many mistakes. The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.
So, why is it important to live our personal calling if we are only going to suffer more than other people?
Because, once we have overcome the defeats-- and we always do-- we are filed with a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In the silence of our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselves worthy of the miracle of life. Each day, each hour, is part of the good fight. We start to live with enthusiasm and pleasure. Intense, unexpected suffering passes more quickly than suffering that is apparently bearable; the latter goes on four years and, without our noticing, eats away at our soul, until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us for the rest of our lives.
Having disinterred our dream, having used the power of love to nurture it and spent many years living with the scars, we suddenly notice that what we always wanted is there,waiting for us, perhaps teh very next day. Then comes the fourth obstacle: the fear of realizing the dream for which we fought all our lives.
Oscar Wilde said: "Each man kills the man he loves," And it's true. The mere possibility of getting what we want fill our soul of the ordinary person with guilt. We look around at all those who have failed to get what they want and feel that we do not deserve to get what we want either. We forget about all the obstacles we overcame, all the suffering we endured, all the things we had to give up in order to get this far. I have known a lot of people who, when their personal calling was within their grasp, went on to commit a series of stupid mistakes and never reached their goal-- when it was only a step away.
This is the most dangerous of the obstacles because it has a kind of saintly aura about it: renouncing joy and conquest. But if you believe yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become an instrument of God, you help the soul of the world, and you understand why you are here.
Back :P
Today I have finally decided to come back from the virtual world and hoping to write something spontaneously about something.. As you might probably read by now.. I’m not getting any success from it.
I have recently realized how obsessive my personality can be. I didn't notice it before. Someone made me realize it. Which is defo true. Once I have attached myself into something or someone, its gonna be hell hard for me to let go. Maybe that's also the reason why its hard for me to invest emotionally, but once I do, I give it all. Which is exactly what is happening right now. Though I can't confirm or deny. But I hope If I am.. Someone or Anything will wake me up from this.. I'm blurring the line between reality from fantasy. I do hope for a drastic change. Change hasn't been a strong suit for me, but at least I get to move on and let go.
Geez. How pathetic.. Just listening to myself. Haha.
This morning I have come to realize an odd mannerisms that I do in my idle time. Weird and Pathetic. Don't worry nothing morbid or Kinky, haha. Have you ever lied in the bed one hand up in the air pretending like your hand is one giant pen and the ceiling is your big pad paper to write your random thoughts. I do. I find it weird that I do and often times I see myself doing it, which is weird, My bro thinks I’m crazy.. The hell I am! Been there done that!
So I haven’t been myself lately, not work related. OK I'm shutting up now. In fact Work has been pretty good lately.. No pressure. More relax and fun, bec of that I’ve been able to focus myself lately to work. Thank God! In addition to that matter a few weeks ago I had the courage to apply for this big promotion coming up. Pretty Big I’d say, More Bucks! but challenging.
I’m proud to say I got it. Now the challenge it to be good at it! Seriously I need that, It will help me focus more on what’s real. But TBH, I’m not excited. This is gonna be like a real challenge for me, and I hope I can do it!
BTW I have bought four books to read, I finally finished Angels and Demons! Which is mysteriously enjoying read. I’m now on the The Da Vinci Code, which is also quite interesting. I planned to re read LOTR but I decided to buy other books.. The Alchemist, 1984 by G. Orwell and Digital Fortress. I plan to finish that in a month, knowing my hectic schedule. Geez I barely get to sleep bec of reading, that also part of the reason I’m virtually absent at times, but then again its good, gives something to focus more on life.
Oh Mali and I went to the vet, he’s 2 months old but geez his bigger now. He likes to eat a LOT! So anyways he haven’t administered with Anti rabies yet bec of his age but we have an appointment this coming October. Mali’s getting on my nerves now! haha. He poops everywhere! Stupid Dog! Its not easy to take care of a puppy! haha. I plan to change his name to Gustov! Mali seems inappropriate.
I promise to have more stupid thoughts in the days to come.
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
- R™
Hiatus
People are looking for something big enough to die for. Not finding that they’ll settle for comfort and pleasure.
One is the loneliest number.
Single adults adults are more intimacy-starved than sexually deprived.
Intimacy is a special thing. It requires time and risk and respect for other’s dignity.
Some people become workaholics because they don’t wish to face the fact that one is the loneliest number. We blame ourselves a lot for being lonely or we at least take it out on ourselves, making ourselves work harder or overeat.
To risk is to live dangerously, but it makes the ride more exciting.
Loneliness drives us to make desperate choices.
It’s best to look for intimacy and love from people who don’t demand sex along with it.
Moral courage separates the men from the boys.
The boys are left to learn the lessons of manhood from the worst of teachers: the street. Haha.
Maturity doesn’t come with age, it comes with acceptance of responsibility.
Paradoxically, Vulnerability is our power. When we let others have at us at a level where they could hurt us as if they chose, we lose the severity the denying our feelings bring. Repressed people are lonely, driven, controlling and functional people. They can not give out because they are not taking in.
-Purity Makes the Heart Grow Stronger: Sexuality and the Single Christian
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
- R™
Life cyc
At age 4 success is not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is having friends.
At age 16 success is having a drivers license.
At age 20 success is having sex.
At age 35 success is having money.
At age 50 success is having money.
At age 60 success is having sex.
At age 70 success is having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is having friends.
At age 80 success is not peeing in your pants.
I need to sleep.. :O
TTYL
Ciao! Buona Notte!
- R™
Mali
Bought a dog.
Named him Mali.
Uber Cute.
Now the task of taking care of it: Defo a challenge.
I have recently discovered that dogs do not necessarily eat dog food. I bought like 1 .5 kg of dog food for him but he never even bother to taste it. Stupid dog. I do find it interesting though that my Mali like’s to eat barbecue and hotdogs.. I know.. how very ironic.. well not really.. bec hot dogs are not made of dogs.
A friend told me not to let him eat human food. Now that’s gonna be a challenge. How do I teach him to eat it?
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D 
- R™
TDL
Adopt a puppy
Violin Lessons
Invest in a portable and Ipad
Star Gazing
Supernatural Tour
Shave my Head
Learn to cook
Going up to the snow
Travel the World
Make a documentary
Live in New Zealand for a year
Direct a movie
Study in UK :)
Start living and not just only working
Achieving my long time goal
1 down, 14 more to go!
Wichtige Nummern
16 12181986 5927666 20643 1328034 20040126372 7 243 3510837 570 6463
Whats on my Iphone:
Dirt Album- Kids in Glass Houses
Two Way Monologue- Sondre Lerche
Duper Sessions- Sondre Lerche
Dan in Real Life- Sondre Lerche
Miss Jec! Going shopping.. To take it off my mind a bit..
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
- R™
Something mushy.
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.
Fashion Trends
Bipolar is the new undecided.
Heavily armed is the new born again.
Bald is the new head... and the new crotch.
Hairy is the new face.
Sheepishly admitting to having an STD is the new flirting.
Purell is the new face of fear.
Finding the time that's right for you is the new impotence.
The smiley-face emoticon is the new "sincerely yours."
Smoking is the new outdoorsy lifestyle.
Looking forward to insanely expensive private schooling, thousand dollar a week nannies and soccer is the new yuppie birth control.
Misinformed is the new patriotic.
Veganism is the new "tastes like chicken."
Serotonin uptake inhibiting is the new crowd control.
Texting is the new talking.
Talking is the new singing.
Singing is the new hubris.
Gay marriage is the new "be careful what you wish for."
And finally, and only because I really need this to catch on, fifty-seven years old is the new forty-five
-CLP Vanity Card
Metroealization
I always find myself wondering how hard it is to look into someone's eye without looking away in just 10 secs. This I have experienced when a beautiful girl sat in front of me in the metro, I looked at her beautiful eyes. She almost did look but turned away. Of course I immediately felt like an Idiot. Her eyes couldn’t say anymore further than “freaky” and “pathetic”. Haha. I dare you to look into stranger’s eye.. you’ll know what I mean!
This morning true I realized the true meaning of 'Don't read on a moving vehicle' This however has given me a totally different meaning to the phrase itself. This I have found as I have tried read into a favorite a column of libre this morning. Evidently every freaking single eye will be on you as you read. Not exactly comforting. Begging in saying: Kindly please turn unto the next page.
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
- R™
Alternate më
It was a bit draggy for the first couple episodes, but you gotta admit the season finale was a sure blast!
I like the idea that they are creating a totally different approach. It goes to show that the series is growing.
What have we learned so far?
Each reaction to every action tends to separate our universe from the rest.
Ergo each decision we make for every possible scenario, makes us unique from the multi universe, thus creating chains of different outcomes.
Now, I’m not a firm believer that there is a another universe right now as we speak.
But as my subconscious and conscious mind has made me wonder of few things. It makes you want to question more.
Hence giving more definition to the show’s tag line: Imagine the the impossibility.
I wonder What am I in the alternate world?
What do I look like?
Is my alternate self blonde? That would be silly If I did, I like brunette. Though I hope I have green or blue eyes.. haha
Is he thinking and wondering about his alternate self too which is me? Is he smart?
I sure hope he’s a bad ass.
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
- R™
Dwight Post
Here goes:
Summer is finally here - time to relax and enjoy the longer days. False.
1. 1) The days are not longer; summer days remain exactly twenty-four hours long. It's basic science folks. The earth's rotation around the sun does not change. It's only the earth's angle that changes, which merely produces an increase in daylight hours. What kind of fool confuses daylight hours with total hours in a day? (Probably the same people who still refer to the "Dog Days of Summer." Sirius no longer rises at dawn making this antiquated expression meaningless in the modern world.)
2. 2) Summer is also NOT a time to relax. With all due respect to Gershwin and The Fresh Prince summer is neither when "the livin' is easy," nor a "time to sit back and unwind." While they create a nice tune, musicians should never be trusted for their factual accuracy. July is the busiest month in the beet-growing season with both a harvest and a plant. What would happen if I decided to "relax"? Beets would mold in the ground causing heart attacks to increase. Without beets people's folate levels will drop, causing their homocysteine levels to rise, obviously leading to an increase in heart attacks and/or sexual virility all over northeastern Pennsylvania. I will not be responsible for the increase in government spending to send ambulances scurrying all over the county nor for the increased divorce rate.
However, there is one special day in July that is a respite from all the farm labor - July 24th. What is so special about July 24th? It's the birthday of another important summer- Summer Glau. This year it falls on a Saturday so Mose and I will celebrate by eating some newly harvested beets while watching Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles followed by Firefly and, to cap off the night, Serenity. This evening usually ends in an arm wrestling match as Mose and I vie to prove which of us is most fit to mate with Summer. You'd think it would be easy for me to beat Mose with my superior strength, but he works to make his hands very slippery. I believe he is illegally using popcorn grease but I will not provide butter for the popcorn this year. Frau Glau can rest assured that I will be her champion at last. When that happens, we will ride off into the sunset during the regular length days of summer.
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Dunder Mifflin
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Busy Week
I often wonder why is it every time I set foot in the bathroom I almost feel like I'm a rock star, this of course was due to the fact that my initial instinct was to sing at the top of my lungs in the tune Aerosmith’s I don’t wanna miss a thing. I almost convince myself I am, until I finally hear myself and my ears bleed.
SO True.
I have recently learned that procrastination is never good especially when you have been a bum for a few months, this I have learned the hard way when I face the consequence of processing all the requirements needed for my new Job. Uggh. Exhausting.
Time wasn’t really in favor of me, in fact I have to rush in accomplishing things in a week. Which is rarely used in my dictionary. But If I were to tell the truth I got so used in procrastinating that I can say Im very good at it now. Haha.
I didn’t realize until now that its been awhile since I had this kind of crazy week. I admit its kinda blood rushing vitamin that woke me up from a very long bummed sleep. But sadly for me, I don’t miss it at ALL.
I ended up, going back to College because I couldn't find my freaking Transcript of Records. Of course I have to re apply for another copy.
I ended up walking to the old halls I was walking 6 years ago. Nostalgic. Very Nostalgic indeed.
I took the liberty of taking some pictures of my alma mater. Changes has been made, I'm proud to say the UE Tan Yan Kee Garden has been re-constructed. Although things are pretty much the same. The church was exactly how I remember it. The halls.
As usual the CAS building has the worst facilities, and Oh I had the chance to go back to my bi weekly newspaper room. The Dawn. Sadly, its being reconstructed.
Suddenly flashes before me are the memories I have in this very room. Going home at midnight just to make sure you finish an feature article, The staff meeting, Brains storming.. I admit I miss it.
Damn I have forgotten what my student no is. 20040126372, I have to ask admin about it. Haha.
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
- R™
RIP :- )
:-)
Sideways Smiley Face
(1982-2010)
Sideways Smiley Face died on March 14, 2010, surrounded by his loved ones.
The cause of death was over-use. Born on a Computer Science on-line bulletin board at Carnegie Mellon University, Mr. Face devoted his life to pointing out that the previous sentence was meant to be funny.
He also gained worldwide recognition for his tireless efforts as a glib substitute for the words “I’m amused.” His other interests included frowning and winking.
He is survived by his children, Sideways Surprised Face, Sideways Glasses Face, Sideways Abraham Lincoln Face, Sideways Santa Claus Face, Sideways Pope Face, and, of course, his beloved wife, XOXO.
In lieu of flowers, Mr. Face’s family has requested that people use actual words to express their feelings.
- CLP’ Vanity Card
Good Aftie Blog.
Too many ideas to post.
Less time to blog.
Apologies its been a crazy week back at work.
Ill get back to you soon.
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
- R™
Random Thoughts
I've never understood why anyone would bother making a porn movie that lasts longer than ten minutes.
I often pretend that the person standing next to me in an elevator is an unwitting carrier of a deadly airborne disease unleashed by terrorists who hate our freedom. This, of course, forces me to hold my breath until the doors open.
I measured my penis with a wood ruler. The irony was lost on me.
Sometimes sex just seems like a lot of work.
There are mornings when, for no perceivable reason, I turn into a teenage girl and repeatedly change my outfit.
I floss so that my dentist will be proud of me.
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
- R™
?
A word so small and so powerful that we use all of our lives to make sense of the world.
Why is he up there? Why is he down there?
Why is that so big? Why is that so small?
It's just a simple word that unlocks many doors.
...Everything deserves a WHY.
The world is a magnificent puzzle, it is beautiful and cruel.
Finding and Inspiring.
Why?
If we don't ask that we'll never find out.
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
- R™
Long overdue
As promised I will be posting pictures of my Boracay Summer vacation. Apologies for the very late post, I’ve been busy. I did enjoy staying there for more than a month. It’s a breath of fresh air after being a work slave for 3 years. Haha. At least I get to enjoy the Beach, the Sun and Booze!
Of what suppose to be 24 hour ride through a ship, is only an hour plane ride from Manila to Caticlan. Stepping out, I realized how I missed the smell of fresh air from the province and amazed with so much greenery than there is in the city.
Lucky me, I don’t have to worry about my accommodations. My Parents house is just a sailboat away from the island. So, less expenses. Haha. Plus i get to go there anytime I want.
Boracay is very small island approximately 10.32 square km. It is part of Aklan although if you want to go there to the island itself you will have to ride local ride called Pump boat. Hence the picture above.
The picture below is a shot I made leaving from Caticlan port to the Boracay island itself. Caticlan is where my parents house is located.
It was by far the most exciting if not the best vacation I have. Had so Much FUN! If ever given the chance, I would like to really go back.
Crystal clear water and white sand beach will definitely take your breath away as they welcomed you to the bay area. Not to mention the friendly gentle smiles of the locals greeting you as you pass by. 
How about these astonishing Sunsets?
Fun Activities.
Sailing,
Wall Climbing,
Swimming,
Diving, Snorkeling,
Island Hopping
Chillaxing.
I did try the Henna Tattoo.
Well their everywhere..
And you can get them
for Php100
I like the tribal design
above.
I bought several Key chains and anklets for giveaways. I specifically love the shop called Island Souvenirs. I bought four sets of clothing there. One is the a statement Tshirt. The second and third is a cool graphically designed tropical themed Tshirts. The last one was the one that I bought with a heavy heart. I can’t believe i bought a board shorts for a very wealthy amount. It has a very cool style though, but I just couldn’t help thinking about me being an over spender.. LOL 
OK so here’s where the 
I attended Beach House Party Hosted by Studio 23 Channel. It was awesome. I didn’t even realize Carmen Soo was with us in one of the crowds. Until I saw it on the news the night after. She was literally few tables away from us. DAMN! 
Just on the other side of Beach House was the Lee Black Moon Party, which is also kinda awesome. Black light. Big LCD and loud music. Exactly for party animals!
Well I saw lots of celebrities, wait that’s not true actually, Only my brother mostly. Haha. Boy Abunda had a Judging stint at La Carmela de Boracay for a Bartending Event. He’s too far so I wasn’t able to get a good image. You can imagine how crowded it is at that time. Holy week, celebrities. That stuff..
The fire dance was just an eye candy for everyone. I mean who dances elegantly on fire right? Not too mention you got to prone to hotness when you do this. haha.
These are just
my stupid thoughts.
Io devo andare..
Buona Notte. Ciao! :D
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