words and whatnot

I once read somewhere that being able to write is being able to convey one’s authentic voice...

Thu, 28 Feb 2013 00:38:00 +0800

I once read somewhere that being able to write is being able to convey one’s authentic voice and nothing less. That being said, the writer is at his best when he is writing with his heart and soul, and not simply with his brain and hands.

I’ve decided to write about writing because I believe writing is one of our simple pleasures in life. Everyone has a voice and while I believe that voice can be expressed by vibrating the hollow structure that lies just anterior to the throat, it must also be a highly recognized fact that utilizing the heart and the soul in wielding the mighty pen and paper is also a great way to express our voice.

It’s wonderful that everyone has a chance at writing, but at the same time it’s a bit disappointing that most people would overlook this beautiful opportunity. I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t one of those people who disregarded writing and automatically labelled it as a “geeky, outdated, and boring pursuit.” I see now that writing is so much more than that. Writing takes you to places you’ve never been to before, to adventures you’ve only ever imagined. Writing is a way to dissociate from reality and maybe at the same time it serves as your only link to what’s real. Writing, as from what I’ve recently read, is as close to magic as you’ll ever get.

Writers have different points of view on a very wide array of topics that could range from either love to death, joy to sorrow, or hardships to success. I may not be as well-versed a writer as Ernest Hemingway or Charles Dickens, but I am just as valiant because I chose to let myself be heard through my words. Writing may seem tough at first, but once you start there’s just no telling when you’ll stop. Everything just comes naturally and easily like breathing or walking with your feet or peeing.

It’s a well-known fact that people use up only about 10% of their brain juice on a day-to-day basis so why should we waste it on much trivial pursuits such as flipping TV channels endlessly or mindlessly staring at a monitor for hours? That’s why I highly encourage you to flip open a journal (or a simple notebook or a piece of paper), uncap your pen, and hone your writing skills. You have a voice, the world is your palette, and you most certainly deserve to be heard. You never know, maybe someday soon you’ll be publishing a well-written article about your own POV on writing and how it has strikingly changed your whole outlook on life.

stabla: the most awful thing is showing a friend something you found hilarious and you eagerly...

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 08:55:35 +0800

stabla:

the most awful thing is showing a friend something you found hilarious and you eagerly watch for their reaction but their face remains neutral and all of the humour evaporates and it suddenly loses all its appeal but you have to choose between admitting defeat and muttering that it wasn’t as great as you remembered, or grimly dragging it out hoping they’ll start to see the funny side.

What I love most about being in Cebu is the fact that I get to spend Sinulog in this beautiful...

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 09:53:26 +0800

What I love most about being in Cebu is the fact that I get to spend Sinulog in this beautiful city. For those of you who don’t know, Sinulog is a yearly celebration held every third Sunday of January in honor of Señor Sto. Niño or the Most Holy Child Jesus. Streetparties, really loud chanting, and myriads of people rushing back and forth in the streets making commuting barely possible are just a few of the perks that make up Sinulog. It’s a pretty grand celebration and it’s a huge part of who we are as Cebuanos.

For me, the days leading up to the Sinulog festival are what make up the pinnacle of the celebration. Every day, for 9 days, a novena mass is held in the Basilica where a huge number of devotees gather in honor of the Sr. Sto. Niño, rain or shine. They say if you complete the 9 days of novena, then your intentions will be granted, but it’s so much more than that. I realize now that most people attend the novena without thinking about what they will get out of it, but because it’s a way for them to express their love for the Most Holy Child Jesus.

There’s a part in the mass that really gets me — the part where everyone sings the “Gozos” or the Batubalani song while waving their arms high up in the air. It’s so heartwarming to see how much everyone’s faith is expressed when they sing the song. It warms my heart even more to know that my love for the Sr. Sto. Niño is shared with a million other devotees and with the rest of the Cebuano people. It’s when I attend the novena mass that I feel the whole Cebuano nation’s love for the Infant Jesus and it’s during this time that I realize how much the Infant Jesus loves our nation too by blessing us with His presence and by making us one in His celebration.

Viva Pit Señor!

I just realized I’m too incompetent to be in a relationship or, in general, to be in...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 19:55:00 +0800

I just realized I’m too incompetent to be in a relationship or, in general, to be in love.

Like, part of the reason why I barely even survived the last one is because I was — am still, and will probably always be — an awkward whale in everything I do, relationships being a part of the “everything” that I am pertaining to.

And it confuses me a lot because love is supposed to come naturally. It’s supposed to be the easiest, most uncalculated thing in the entire world, and yet to me it feels like such an enigma. To quote one of my most favorite British pop rock band, “(Love is) a simple equation with no complications to leave me confused.” But even after having gone through one relationship and multiple, abrupt bouts of falling in and out of it, love, to me, still feels like walking through uncharted territory.

People most often point out that when you’re in love, things easily fall into place — you know when you’re supposed to hold each other’s hands, you know when your first kiss should occur, and you know how to react towards the different feelings that will inevitably come your way. Everything is timed perfectly and every moment feels like it could not go horribly wrong. I feel like these are just basic things you’re supposed to know… right?

Maybe it’s because I’ve always thought that love occurs in a systematic way. You meet a person. If the universe permits it, then a trumpet sounds off in the distance, bells chime, a glowing light bulb appears at the top of that person’s head, and you immediately know that that person is the one. Both of you run off into the horizon, where it is presumed that you both live happily ever after…

…and then the credits roll.

But that, of course, is the stuff that movies are made of, and apparently, I don’t live in a world where everything is controlled by scripts, directors, producers, and whatnot. I live in a world where everything seems hazy and unclear from where I’m standing and I make my own decisions to progress.

If you knew me, then you’d know that decision-making is not really my forte. I could think of a lot of things that I’m good at, but making choices just does not top my list.

I remember my first relationship and how akin to a confused child I must have been. I didn’t completely know how kisses worked, my jabs at being a sweet boyfriend failed miserably, and all our conversations ended with the awkward “okay”. I could never make up my mind as to what I was going to say and every choice I had to make had to be repeatedly analyzed in my head because I was regularly afraid that I might say something unpleasant or do something wrong and everything would just go downhill from there. The consequences always seemed to haunt me.

Maybe the reason why love seemed as enigmatic a concept to me as every other mathematical problem is because I tend to view it systematically, I over think these things a lot and this results to poor decision-making skills. And also because, well, I’m an awkward penguin.

I constantly ask myself (and the universe) if I will ever master the art of being in love. I know I haven’t been completely well-versed in the art, but I feel like there’s a lesson here that I’m bound to learn and apply soon, somehow. And when I do, I will eventually realize that I proved myself wrong and that love does come as naturally as breathing air.

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Thu, 03 Jan 2013 12:15:26 +0800

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Wed, 26 Dec 2012 09:08:53 +0800

Merry Christmas!

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 21:31:00 +0800

Wow. It’s been far too long since I last updated my blog. It’s not that I’ve completely turned my back on Tumblr, but it’s just that school has eaten up most of my time. The last two months of school has been crazy and we’re not even halfway through the first term yet. I’m slowly losing my will to continue with my studies, but the thought of summer looming ahead is giving me enough motivation to carry on. We’re currently on our Christmas break so that probably means I’ll be able to give my undivided attention to this blog and all other non-school related matters such as taking long naps, binge eating, and reading books.

Anyhow, I’m leaving for our province tomorrow so that means I’ll be away from the internet for a few days. Ugh, the thought of spending the holidays in a non-commercialized area with no internet and phone signal is just too unbearable. Asdfasgafdgfdvhtfdburtdjt *insert annoyingly whiny noise here*

I’m kidding though!

Not to say that I’m too excited about leaving our home for the province, but I am kind of looking forward to seeing my grandparents once again and eating their delicious meals. I always feel nostalgic every time I spend the holidays or any other occasion at my grandparents’ house mainly because I’ve been so attached to the place ever since I was a little kid. I grew up watching VHS movies on our old television in the province and I spent a lot of relaxing siestas there. My grandparents’ house isn’t even that much homey. The floorboards creak, the mattresses and pillows smell of mothballs and accumulated dust, and there is an unsettling aura when you enter each room. It strikes me as odd that I would even think of missing that old, rusty shack every time we leave to go back home, but I constantly do miss it.

My parents think I’m doing them a huge favor by sacrificing my time here in the city to go to the province. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that I am doing this more for myself than for them. I realize now that every once in a while we have to go back in order to move forward. Sometimes we think too much about the future that we lose ourselves in it. We focus so much on what’s ahead that we tend to lose sight of who we are and of what we’re actually working towards. To some, the past may be a set of completed chapters in everyone’s lives, but it’s just as important as the present and the future. The past made us who we are and every bit of it will lead us to who we are destined to be. The branches can only stretch so far as long as the roots are still healthily attended to and planted firmly on the ground.

As to why I added a picture of me and my close friends at our Christmas party to this post is pretty much clear enough — it’s simply because I’ll miss them over the holidays. This certainly does not mean that I won’t miss my other classmates who were not present in this picture. I don’t know if it’s because of the same shit we have to deal with everyday, but everyone has really become much closer this semester. I remember hearing our professor in Human Behavior tell us that we’re a cohesive batch and we’ve formed a strong bond. I don’t know if we’ve completely validated her words, but I can see now why she saw potential in our batch. It’s because even though we bicker and fight and make so much fuss about the smallest things, at the end of the day, we learn to make up and forgive each other. Maybe it’s because most of us have resigned to the fact that we will inevitably be stuck with each other until the very end, but I’m definitely sure about one thing — we have learned to strengthen the bond that hold us together, through thick and thin.

When the year resets itself and school comes back to torment us, we’ll see each other again and the usual rants about school and classes and our teachers will surely resurface, but until then I’ll keep them in my thoughts as I go about attending to my important, non-school related activities over the break.

So anyway, the whole point of this post was for me to wish you all a Happy Holidays, but my extensive talkativeness has gotten the best of me yet again.

Merry Christmas y’all!!!

There are a few things you should know about me: I am regularly a lazy person. I’d kill to...

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 23:46:00 +0800

There are a few things you should know about me:

I am regularly a lazy person.
I’d kill to have a British accent, even for just a day.
I generally consider myself a “socially awkward penguin” because I have poor interaction skills, and akin to a fully-functioning penguin, I can’t fly.
My love life is perfectly parallel to that of a barren wasteland heavily populated with tumbleweeds.
As if it isn’t already too evident, I’m wont to talk incessantly.
Besides food, books keep me going.
I’ve been to a bar about 5 times in my life and I’ve hated all the times I’ve been in one.
I have just recently developed a strange obsession for ‘sure clips’ which are basically just nail cutters that have magnifying glasses attached to them to ensure efficient use.
I backread my blog over and over again until I am absolutely confident that I haven’t violated any major grammar law.
I don’t think I can greatly emphasize how vehement my love for food is.
Sometimes I wish I could just marry food.
I loathe the Twilight Saga.

And yet tonight, as I watched part 2 of Breaking Dawn with my friends, I felt a hodgepodge of strong (and potentially positive) emotions well up within me.

I was overwhelmed with feelings of warmth and security for every time the screen showed a content Bella and Edward with their daughter, Renesmee, in their quaint cottage in the woods. My whole body tensed as the Cullens and the Volturri squared off with each other in the icy tundra. My heart broke as I saw some of the most loved characters plummet to their deaths and I cheered as I saw their enemies tremble with fear when they realized their hopelessness in the battle.

Never have I been so gripped by a movie that I found my inner feelings jumping back and forth within the wide emotional spectrum.

And this surprises me because the Twilight Saga has never really piqued my interest. I found it hard to stomach the thought of a sparkling vampire in a blossoming love affair with a human who displays a completely flat affect. I could not fully grasp the content of the story as I read and watched the first few segments of the saga because I was just so bothered by the strangeness of it all. Like, how can Edward go a day without breaking Bella’s neck with that constant blank emotion plastered on her face? And how do they actually have sex if vampires’ veins are bereft of blood, that which produces an erection for initiating coitus? There were points that didn’t make sense to me so I dumped it and considered the whole of it dull and pointless.

Little did I know that that comment would bite me in the ass four movies later.

I think the important variable that kept me so invested in the movie was the fact that I went into it with no apparent knowledge about most of the new characters and the recent updates in Bella and Edward’s relationship. Hell, I didn’t even know Edward and Bella had a baby until the screen showed a vivid flashback of the child’s birth. I had a hard time processing all the estranged information, but I managed to catch up midway through the movie.

The pinnacle of it all was most definitely the fight scene. While most of the people in the crowd were screaming their lungs out or bawling hard over their favorite characters’ deaths, I was mulling over how interesting each character was with their respective powers and abilities. Bella practically had this “I am so mighty and you can’t touch me” vibe going on when she displayed her useful ability to shield people from the enemy vampires’ abilities. She even had a bitch smirk to add to the flavor. In a way, I found it hilarious.

I won’t go into a detailed summary about the whole film because I’m sure there are still many others who have yet to see it and I surely don’t want to spoil them from the fun. Word of advice though: expect the unexpected. Take it from someone who didn’t expect to be so hung up on such a movie. *wink wink*

Oh and here’s another fun fact about me:

13. I do not know how to end things.

An expert from a mile away could have easily pointed out how foolish I was to approach you with the...

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 23:12:00 +0800

An expert from a mile away could have easily pointed out how foolish I was to approach you with the slightest hope that you would glance in my direction and make my day. Akin to a beaming goddess of some sort, a mere mortal such as myself would clearly not be worthy of your gaze, I thought — and yet, you looked.

I stood in awe at the beautiful sight that stood before me — two alluring brown eyes that complimented a comely pale face. Your chestnut hair cascaded down your shoulders and you mustered a sincere smile with your cherry lips. I was both amazed and stunned simply because a girl as beautiful as you looked at a guy like me, a guy whose measly appearance do not make up for his uncouth disposition. I must have been staring agape at your face for a good amount of time when you addressed me in your soft voice.

“Hi.”

Quick say something smart, I thought to myself. First impressions do count after all.

“So you’re not from around here aren’t you?” I managed to say with a goofy expression plastered on my face.

“No,” you simply replied in your melodic voice.

Then again, judging by how you were dressed in civilian clothes amid the sea of students all wearing complete uniforms, it was pretty clear that you were new and it was very oafish of me to ask that question. I feared that I might have come off as a simpleton to you, but your expression never wavered and it somehow reassured me, so I smiled back in content.

At an angle, you looked strikingly elegant under the light that lit our side of the hallway and I suddenly wondered if you liked Disney songs as much as I did. That could be the one thing we’d have in common, the tie that would instantly bind us together, the connection that would keep us in harmony like two well-tuned instruments playing perfectly in an orchestra together. It would be — for lack of a better word — our thing. Images of us jamming to Disney songs by the beach while the sun sank into the distant part of the ocean suddenly raced past my mind and I could not help but produce a shy giggle.

I must have sounded like some sort of asthmatic seal because you laughed. Oh God, even as you laugh you looked like a sweet cherub whose main mission is to tug on everyone’s heartstrings. And you do it so well, might I add because you have effortlessly nagged my affection by the simple things you just did.

I can’t vividly remember the last time I watched the sunset. I might have had a short glimpse...

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 16:46:00 +0800

I can’t vividly remember the last time I watched the sunset.

I might have had a short glimpse of it when I was a kid, but for a youngster who did not have much interest in anything other than high powered superheroes; funny talking animals; and toys, I might have casually considered it trivial and overlooked such a thing.

Yesterday, on my way home from school, I had once again caught a glimpse of the setting sun. I excitedly rolled down the window of our car and popped my head outside just to get a clearer view of the magnificent sight. Paired with a good song under the radiant tangerine sky, I don’t think I can perfectly express how marvelous everything was and how truly resplendent I was feeling.

I know I say this too much, but sometimes the universe can be pretty ironic. On some days, it easily raises our expectations by providing us with a lot of opportunities to excel, but on other days it gives us good enough reasons to believe that it is just a raging bitch dealing with hormonal problems.

Lately, I don’t think I have pointedly marveled at anything the cosmos has had to offer me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m an easily enthused person, but with everything I’ve come to realize about the universe, I haven’t hesitated to look at most opportunities as life’s way of giving me false hope and cruelly toying with my feelings.

But looking at the sunset, I realized that no matter how messed-up life and the universe can both be, there is still reason to hope. Because even though your day might go horribly wrong and the people around you might not even seem to be quite sensitive on the matter, you should know that all of it is bound to end somehow. The sunset is a marker for what has been and for what is to come.

As I watched the sun sink slowly back into the horizon beyond the versicolored skies, I remember thinking that this must have been what Charlie had meant when he said “we were infinite” — basking in the pure goodness of life and feeling like it will never end.

These are just picked randomly: 46, 9, 12, 13, 17, 22, 7 :)

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 22:49:00 +0800

Wow, Anne. These are a lot! But here goes…

46: have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough?

Oh God yes. Everyday. A huge chunk of my daily routine actually involves me moping around and blaming the universe for my ineptitude in almost everything.

09: kiss on the first date?

If you ask me if I’ve ever had a kiss on my first date then no lol.

If you ask me if I’d prefer a kiss on the first date then I’d consider my options.

lol I’d probably scare my date halfway through dinner tbh.

12: is there something you would like to say to someone?

Dear You,

I’m sorry I’ve been a douche to you lately. The fact that you bring out things within me that I didn’t even know existed scares me. Trust me, this is not who I am.

13: what are three things you did today?

ate breakfast
ate lunch
ate dinner

17: what is on your wrists right now?

Absolutely nothing. I am usually seen with my signature red watch on my left wrist and my lucky but unluckily worn-out bracelet on my right. But as of now I’m not wearing any of them.

22: can you do the alphabet in sign language?

Yup. This is one of those things I am decently skilled in. While most people pride themselves with their incredible talent of spinning long metal chains set ablaze, I pride myself with my talent of hand signing the alphabet.

07: have you kissed anybody in the last five days?

Considering how poorly I fare in the department of love, it would come as a surprise to most people if I answered this with a yes. So no.

6, 11, 15 :)

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 22:22:00 +0800

06: where do you think your best friend is right now?

I like to believe that I have a lot of best friends because I consider the friends who are closest to me as my best friends even if they don’t consider me as one. But yeah, to answer your question, I have a pretty good feeling that most of them are at their respective homes right now at this time of the night.

11: are you seriously happy with where you are in life?

I really can’t say. I’m at this point of my life where I’m still trying to figure out a lot of things about myself. In retrospect, I did get through a lot of shit successfully though so I guess that’s reason enough for me to be happy?

15: what is your favorite kind of gum?

This is the most random question I’ve received, but I guess I favor Doublemint because it’s minty and it really gets the job done in the morning when your breath starts to smell of the breakfast you just recently (and quite hastily) ate in the car.

24

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 22:09:00 +0800

I actually had to do a Google search regarding the conversion of pounds to pesos. I found that they’re about 1000 pesos? I have poor Math skills lol. Since I’m a ridiculously impulsive buyer and seeing that it’s been given for no apparent reason, then I guess I’d spend it mostly on books and then maybe on some trivial things like fake Ray-ban glasses and whatnot.

Kill my boredom, and I'll kill yours.

Wed, 07 Nov 2012 21:58:28 +0800

Kill my boredom, and I'll kill yours.:

rainaroo:

01: tell me the truth, what made you start liking the person you like right now?
02: what on your body is hurting or bothering you?
03: what was your last thought before going to bed last night?
04: what are you listening to?
05: what’s something you’re not looking forward to?
06: where do you think your best friend is right now?
07: have you kissed anybody in the last five days?
08: sex on the first date?
09: kiss on the first date?
10: is there one person you want to be with right now?
11: are you seriously happy with where you are in life?
12: is there something you would like to say to someone?
13: what are three things you did today?
14: would you rather sleep at a friend’s or have them over?
15: what is your favorite kind of gum?
16: are you friends with any of your ex boyfriends/ girlfriends?
17: what is on your wrists right now?
18: ever liked someone you thought you didn’t stand a chance with?
19: does anyone have strong feelings for you?
20: are you slowly drifting away from someone?
21: have you ever wasted your time on someone?
22: can you do the alphabet in sign language?
23: how have you felt today?
24: you receive £60 without any reason, what do you spend it on?
25: what is wrong with you right now?
26: is there anyone you’re really disappointed in?
27: would you rather have starbucks or jamba juice right now?
28: why aren’t you in ‘love’ with your last ex anymore?
29: how late did you stay up last night and why?
30: when was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?
31: what were you doing an hour ago?
32: what are you looking forward to in the next month?
33: are you wearing jeans right now?
34: are you a patient person?
35: do you think you can last in a relationship for three months?
36: favorite color?
37: did you have a dream last night?
38: are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?
39: if someone could be cuddling you right now, who would you want it to be?
40: do you love anyone who is not related to you?
41: if someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?
42: do you like meeting new people?
43: are you afraid of falling in love?
44: ever self-harmed or starved yourself?
45: has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?
46: have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough?

skycream: Doug Perrine captured these stunning photographs in...

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 09:05:59 +0800

skycream:

Doug Perrine captured these stunning photographs in the Maldives. The particular location (Vaadhoo Island) has a concentrated population of bioluminescent phytoplankton. Bioluminescence is a natural chemical reaction which occurs when a micro-organism in the water reacts with oxygen. When washed ashore by the tides, the phytoplankton’s chemical energy is turned into light energy, illuminating the waves.

Today, both of our hands were locked together in a loving gesture as we sat on a bench overlooking a...

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 16:06:00 +0800

Today, both of our hands were locked together in a loving gesture as we sat on a bench overlooking a large lake stretched to the horizon. It was pure bliss having your head pressed gently against my chest and your back resting comfortably in my arms. You were asleep and I was examining every detail of your captivating face. For a moment, no words were exchanged. We were simply stuck in that enclosed shell of passion and warmth for what seemed like a long period of time. I dared not disturb you from the peaceful slumber you were in, but as I was admiring the beautiful glow of your face against the warm radiance of the sun, I had suddenly noticed your eyes shoot up and look straight into mine — it was filled with genuine happiness while mine looked completely surprised. You smiled and hummed a “hello” which danced around beautifully in my ears. The resplendent harmony of your voice quite simply took my breath away. The song of the birds in the background instantly faded away at the smooth release of your voice. You detached your hands from mine and turned to face me directly. I felt my ears flush red and you suddenly giggled at me for probably looking like some sort of inane elf with horribly inflamed ears. You carefully took my hand like it was a valuable object of some sort that would easily break under pressure, but I know you knew it was always that way with me. I was fragile and you were the cautious case that held me tightly. You placed my hand on your chest and I felt your heart beat steadily in its cavity. We looked at each other for what seemed like forever and I easily got lost in your eyes. You told me to hold you tighter than ever, and I nodded sheepishly at your request. I slowly took control of my arms and wrapped it snugly around your body. With nothing more than a soft sigh, you rested your head against my chest, closed your eyes and fell under the spell of sleep once again. All the time I was thinking of how beautiful you were and how beautiful we must have looked in this moment — warm, serene, unperturbed — and for once, I was actually content.

Competition

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 14:12:00 +0800

The way I see it, it’s just sad and it’s a serious cry for help. Yes, sometimes competition can be healthy because it drives us to work to our fullest potential, but when it gets out of hand, it’s just plain destructive and it puts you in a very sorry position.

I have this classmate who has an extremely competitive spirit. Like, she suddenly takes on this fierce persona when it comes to competitions, and it’s clearly evident on her face that shit’s about to go down. She takes everything way too seriously and sometimes it can be a very huge advantage when it comes to working in teams, but sometimes she can be very threatening when she’s working alone because she tends to shut out everything else and concentrate fully on attaining that desired goal (which in her own terms translates to being more superior than everyone else).

I am not trying to deface this certain classmate of mine on the internet — that most certainly is not my purpose for publishing this post — because the truth is I tend to be competitive too sometimes, and more often than not, it tends to get out of hand fast. I just want to point out how much competition affects performance because it adds spice to the things we do, but we should not let it get the best of us. We should never forget that there are more important things like camaraderie and the simple satisfaction of achievement no matter how small it is because I believe these things will also help you towards achieving that desired goal.

Me and my neighbors have the best, albeit unusual, conversations. On some nights, we chat about the...

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 11:46:00 +0800

Me and my neighbors have the best, albeit unusual, conversations. On some nights, we chat about the most meaningless things like the ratio of delicious jelly bellies to the unpalatable ones and on other nights we talk about things that actually make sense.

Last night, we talked about the future and I have to say, it was the most profound conversation I’ve had with my neighbors in a long time. We talked about how much everything would change in a couple of years and if we’d still be friends after we’d graduate college, have jobs and—if fate permits—a family.

Personally, I could not be more scared of what the future holds. It’s just so full of uncertainty and haze. I’ve never really been one to dive into something I do not have full understanding of. To be quite frank and simple, I’m not a reckless daredevil. Before I go into something, I am sure to conduct a detailed research just to give myself a clear overview of what I’m really getting myself into. With the future, that’s pretty impossible. Furthermore, I am honestly not reassured by the fact that every choice I’ve made in my life will eventually affect my self in the future. You see, I have bad decision-making skills. It’s not that I’m saying that all the choices I’ve made in my life have been bad, it’s just that I don’t really fare well in the department of choosing. I am quite literally the worst person to ask for a second opinion. All these things aside, the fact of the matter still holds true — the future is daunting and facing it would be an altogether difficult and somehow perilous challenge.

It helps however to have friends who, although are also fazed by the future, will assure you that they will not let you face it alone. Because even if your choices might end up failing you and it’ll probably lead you to a life of waiting tables in a diner, these people will surely be right there beside you to help you pick yourself up and carry on.

therealmrslovett: earthfolk: Because you don’t want to sound...

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 13:27:55 +0800

therealmrslovett:

earthfolk:

Because you don’t want to sound neolithic when you’re throwing a temper tantrum.

Because everyone should have this on their blog

For future reference of course!

macaronicles: I guess it is not up to you to choose the people who are going to stay by your side...

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 14:27:24 +0800

macaronicles:

I guess it is not up to you to choose the people who are going to stay by your side for the rest of your life. That’s something that has been planned maybe even before you were born.

Sometimes, that can be good, for it gives you the opportunity to ride in new ships and explore new seas.

But sometimes that can be the worst thing ever, when the last thing that you want to do is to leave the shore where you feel you belong.