(ok... pls dont sue me for plagiarism, pls.. i just recently read a book entitled "Happiness Now" by Andrew Matthews. and i know ur thinkin y i'm postin these. isnt it obvious that i find that book fantastic? i wouldnt even bother if i posted about these.
ok, the modern society is one heck of a mess. no offense, but its true. anyways, i'm going to share what i read. i hope it's going to inspire u)
this is taken from http://www.success-and-happiness.net/tough-life.html
WHEN LIFE GETS
TOUGHHow do you survive when life gets tough?How do you hang on when you are grieving, lonely or broke?
You can only tackle your problems as you would climb a mountain ...
If you go rock climbing - and you get stuck on a precipice - you suddenly focus on the present moment! All your effort goes into your next step. Then your next step. Inch by inch.
Eventually you find that the worst is over.
The same strategy works for everyday life.
When things seem desperate, you can only focus on the present moment. One problem at a time. You take a step. You get a little confidence ... and take another step, and another.
Eventually you find that the worst is over.
If you were to worry about a) everything you need to do in the next year, or b) everything that could go wrong in the next year, you might go bananas!
But you can handle one day at a time.
And whenever 24 hours is too scary, bite off five minutes at a time.
In a Nutshell
All you can do is give your best effort until bedtime. Let tomorrow take care of itself.
Why Think Positive?
When things go wrong, remember:
It's not WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU that matters most.
It's how YOU THINK ABOUT what happens to you …
EXAMPLE:Let's say that you are at the airport, waiting to catch a flight, and the airline tells you, "Sorry! Mechanical trouble. You won't be leaving for three hours!"
You get very angry. You tell yourself: "This is terrible! This is a disaster!"
While you remain stressed, things will get worse!People will trip over you, spill coffee in your lap and lose your baggage.
When you fight life, life always wins!
Then finally you cool down.You tell yourself: "There's nothing I can do about it. I am probably where I am meant to be. I'll make the most of it."
Suddenly, everything changes! From nowhere an old friend appears, or you make a new friend, or you stumble on a fresh opportunity - and life begins to support you.
Once we change our thoughts about "a bad situation", we can take advantage of it. You already know this!
Life's great opportunities mostly arrive disguised as misfortune and disaster.
EXAMPLE:Imagine two women, Mary and Jane. Both get divorced. Mary says, "I've failed. My life is over." Jane says, "My life has just begun!" Who will blossom?
In a Nutshell
Every "disaster" in your life is not so much a disaster, as a situation waiting for you to change your mind about it.
The Power of Thoughts
How often do you ...* bump into old friends in unlikely places?* learn a new word, and suddenly you see it everywhere?* hum an old tune, and then hear it on the radio?
How often do you think about someone - and seconds later they phone you?
Coincidence? Not really.Your mind is a magnet.
Happy people attract other happy people.Positive thinkers attract opportunities.Crooks attract crooks.
Thoughts might be invisible but they are REAL THINGS - just like electricity or gravity. And thought energy obeys natural laws.
If radio waves and TV signals can travel huge distances - through bricks and concrete - why not thoughts? Your brain is at least as amazing as any TV transmitter.
A thousand books have been written on the power of thought. How many "coincidences" do we need to get the message?
If you sweat enough about going broke, it will happen.If you worry enough about getting sick, it will happen.
Picture yourself surrounded by true friends - and you'll find them.Picture success, and work toward it, and you are on your way.
Your life is not a lottery. YOU ATTRACT WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT.
In a Nutshell
What you think about, you become.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
jUsT mY LuCk... thE mOviE
(oohhh... this feel-good flick is really amazing! u gotta watch this)
Summary:
Manhattan socialite, Ashley Albright (Lindsay Lohan) never dreamt of having all the luck in the world; from being promoted as Vice President of a huge record label to dating the son of a famous sports icon. Her fate changes in a masquerade party, when she met the coy but boyishly cute Jake Hardin (Chris Pine), who is exactly her opposite! Jake is probably the worst when it comes to luck. His misfortune ranges from getting into jail to falling from a decrepit chair. When the two strangers kissed, their fortune interchanges: Ashley now experiencing disasters and Jake undergoing a healthier life through good luck! In the end, the two people fell in love and decided to give their luck to a little girl…
What I love about this movie, aside from the cute leading man, is the message behind it. It taught me how to accept life as it has to be! You know, sometimes there are just things that we have no control of. So, what’s the use of worrying and whining? Nothing… it just adds to the stresses you encounter. I also realized after watching this that optimism is in fact a need. Being optimistic is not a characteristic, it’s a choice. We have choices: to be happy or not. It doesn’t necessarily mean that we have to have a passive outlook in life. Actually, it implies that being happy is also being content with what you have. And being happy is a choice. In this movie, Jake always suffers bad luck. But you know what? He learned to accept it. And on the contrary, Ashley, who experiences good fortune, has always been humble and down-to-earth.
I was used to worrying… worrying about what’s going to happen next or what happened in the past. But I am grateful that I already understood a heck about it, or life as well. Life may be a fortune or a disaster. But what can we do? Of course, we try so hard to escape misery by getting away with it or even faking it. Or maybe we do all crucial steps in order to progress and succeed. But if all else fails, why bother? Maybe it isn’t really meant for you. Or let’s put it this way: God may have another plans for you. And if we continue find faults about some things, we neglect the good things in life!
Thank goodness I already learned how to appreciate little things and figure out why bad things come (and go!). The bottom line is again, UNDERSTANDING. It is unfortunate that most people want things to happen on their own way, even if it’s unhealthy. So, they try so hard and just end up getting worn out because it became a failure. Then insecurity shows up. But it’s not the end of the world! Before, I envy happy people. But now I realized that we can also become happy people, if we learn to accept things as it has to be.
“Just My Luck” is really a great movie for me. I recommend you to watch it. The love story is also great. And most importantly, the message was of more impact: just be happy, whether you’re in bad luck or good luck!
Summary:
Manhattan socialite, Ashley Albright (Lindsay Lohan) never dreamt of having all the luck in the world; from being promoted as Vice President of a huge record label to dating the son of a famous sports icon. Her fate changes in a masquerade party, when she met the coy but boyishly cute Jake Hardin (Chris Pine), who is exactly her opposite! Jake is probably the worst when it comes to luck. His misfortune ranges from getting into jail to falling from a decrepit chair. When the two strangers kissed, their fortune interchanges: Ashley now experiencing disasters and Jake undergoing a healthier life through good luck! In the end, the two people fell in love and decided to give their luck to a little girl…
What I love about this movie, aside from the cute leading man, is the message behind it. It taught me how to accept life as it has to be! You know, sometimes there are just things that we have no control of. So, what’s the use of worrying and whining? Nothing… it just adds to the stresses you encounter. I also realized after watching this that optimism is in fact a need. Being optimistic is not a characteristic, it’s a choice. We have choices: to be happy or not. It doesn’t necessarily mean that we have to have a passive outlook in life. Actually, it implies that being happy is also being content with what you have. And being happy is a choice. In this movie, Jake always suffers bad luck. But you know what? He learned to accept it. And on the contrary, Ashley, who experiences good fortune, has always been humble and down-to-earth.
I was used to worrying… worrying about what’s going to happen next or what happened in the past. But I am grateful that I already understood a heck about it, or life as well. Life may be a fortune or a disaster. But what can we do? Of course, we try so hard to escape misery by getting away with it or even faking it. Or maybe we do all crucial steps in order to progress and succeed. But if all else fails, why bother? Maybe it isn’t really meant for you. Or let’s put it this way: God may have another plans for you. And if we continue find faults about some things, we neglect the good things in life!
Thank goodness I already learned how to appreciate little things and figure out why bad things come (and go!). The bottom line is again, UNDERSTANDING. It is unfortunate that most people want things to happen on their own way, even if it’s unhealthy. So, they try so hard and just end up getting worn out because it became a failure. Then insecurity shows up. But it’s not the end of the world! Before, I envy happy people. But now I realized that we can also become happy people, if we learn to accept things as it has to be.
“Just My Luck” is really a great movie for me. I recommend you to watch it. The love story is also great. And most importantly, the message was of more impact: just be happy, whether you’re in bad luck or good luck!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Walk Away...
(this is the song that's playing on my mind right now...this is sung by Paula Deanda)
[Intro:]
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
(I'm gon remember you
You gon remember me)
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
(Yeah, i'm gon remember you
You gon remember me)
(The DEY)
Yeah, you gon remember me boo
I'm gonna remember you too
I can't forget all the crazy sh*t we used to do
You was doin' too much
I wasn't doin' enough
That's what your friends'd say
You got a man anyway
I can't explain it niether I ain't never wanna leave ya
Hell yeah it's hard to walk away when I see you
When I see you I remember the day
you put your shoes on and moved on before I could say..
[Verse 1:]
I saw you wit your new girl just yesterday
And I feel that I must confess
Even though it kills me to have to say
I'll admit that I was impressed
Physically just short of perfection
Gotta commend you on your selection
Though I know I shouldn't be concerned
In the back of my mind
I can't help but question..
Does she rub your feet
(When you've had a long day?)
And Scratch your scalp
(When you take out your braids?)
Does she know that you
(Like to play PS2 'till 6 in the mornin' like I do?)
[Chorus:]
I can't exlpain this feelin' (yeah)
I think about it everyday
And even though we've moved on (uh huh)
It gets so hard to walk away
(I'm gon remember you
You gon remember me)
Walk Away
(Forever you will live in my memory)
Walk Away
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
Walk Away
I can't forget how we used to be
[Verse 2:]
Guess I gotta live my life from day to day
Hoping maybe you'll come back
And though I tell myself not to be afriad
To move on but it seems I can't
Though a new man has given me attention
It ain't the same as your affection
Though I know I should be content
In the back of my mind I can't help but question...
Does he kiss me on the forehead
(Before we play?)
Show up on my doorstep
(with a bouquet?)
Does he call in the middle of the day
(just to say)
Baby I Love You
(Like you use to)
[Chorus:]
I can't exlpain this feelin' (yeah)
I think about it everyday
And even though we've moved on (uh huh)
It gets so hard to walk away
(I'm gonna remember you
You gon remember me)
Walk Away
(Forever you will live in my memory)
Walk Away
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
Walk Away
I can't forget how we used to be
[Verse 3 with The DEY]
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
The things we did, the way we shared our fantasies
Just you and me
My friend, My love, My family
How did we lose a love that seemed meant to be?
Sometimes I kiss her
And wish that it was you I'm kissing
Sometimes I miss him
And wish that it was you i'm missing
Sometimes I hug her
And wish that it was you I was huggin'
And I realize how much i'm buggin'
(I MISS YOU)
[Bridge]
so hard to express this feeling
cause nobody compares to you (to you)
and you know she'll never love you like i do
[chorus 2x]
i cant explain this feeling
i think about it everyday
and even though we've moved on
it gets so hard to walk away
(I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me)
walk away, walk away
(I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me)
walk away
[outro]
I'm gonna remember you
you gonna remember me
I'm gonna remember you
you gonna remember me
[Intro:]
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
(I'm gon remember you
You gon remember me)
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
(Yeah, i'm gon remember you
You gon remember me)
(The DEY)
Yeah, you gon remember me boo
I'm gonna remember you too
I can't forget all the crazy sh*t we used to do
You was doin' too much
I wasn't doin' enough
That's what your friends'd say
You got a man anyway
I can't explain it niether I ain't never wanna leave ya
Hell yeah it's hard to walk away when I see you
When I see you I remember the day
you put your shoes on and moved on before I could say..
[Verse 1:]
I saw you wit your new girl just yesterday
And I feel that I must confess
Even though it kills me to have to say
I'll admit that I was impressed
Physically just short of perfection
Gotta commend you on your selection
Though I know I shouldn't be concerned
In the back of my mind
I can't help but question..
Does she rub your feet
(When you've had a long day?)
And Scratch your scalp
(When you take out your braids?)
Does she know that you
(Like to play PS2 'till 6 in the mornin' like I do?)
[Chorus:]
I can't exlpain this feelin' (yeah)
I think about it everyday
And even though we've moved on (uh huh)
It gets so hard to walk away
(I'm gon remember you
You gon remember me)
Walk Away
(Forever you will live in my memory)
Walk Away
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
Walk Away
I can't forget how we used to be
[Verse 2:]
Guess I gotta live my life from day to day
Hoping maybe you'll come back
And though I tell myself not to be afriad
To move on but it seems I can't
Though a new man has given me attention
It ain't the same as your affection
Though I know I should be content
In the back of my mind I can't help but question...
Does he kiss me on the forehead
(Before we play?)
Show up on my doorstep
(with a bouquet?)
Does he call in the middle of the day
(just to say)
Baby I Love You
(Like you use to)
[Chorus:]
I can't exlpain this feelin' (yeah)
I think about it everyday
And even though we've moved on (uh huh)
It gets so hard to walk away
(I'm gonna remember you
You gon remember me)
Walk Away
(Forever you will live in my memory)
Walk Away
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
Walk Away
I can't forget how we used to be
[Verse 3 with The DEY]
I'm gonna remember you
You gonna remember me
The things we did, the way we shared our fantasies
Just you and me
My friend, My love, My family
How did we lose a love that seemed meant to be?
Sometimes I kiss her
And wish that it was you I'm kissing
Sometimes I miss him
And wish that it was you i'm missing
Sometimes I hug her
And wish that it was you I was huggin'
And I realize how much i'm buggin'
(I MISS YOU)
[Bridge]
so hard to express this feeling
cause nobody compares to you (to you)
and you know she'll never love you like i do
[chorus 2x]
i cant explain this feeling
i think about it everyday
and even though we've moved on
it gets so hard to walk away
(I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me)
walk away, walk away
(I'm gonna remember you, you gonna remember me)
walk away
[outro]
I'm gonna remember you
you gonna remember me
I'm gonna remember you
you gonna remember me
Monday, January 22, 2007
Me, myself, and God
I’m not going to talk about theology this time. It’s just that I’m curious about people’s different belief systems (or religion, perhaps). Does it really matter if a person is religious? No offense, but I’d rather stick to being faithful (or close to God) than religious.
I’d rather read the Daily reflections of the Bible than go to church. I’d rather stay in a peaceful corner (like the Adoration Chapel in Sto. Rosario, where my bestfriend and I occasionally hang out) to pray or reflect than kneel in front of the altar for rosary praying. Most importantly, I’d prefer to treat God as my bestfriend, not some authoritative figure in-charge of my life (because we are the captain of our ships, not He). I’m not really into worshipping, or something, though I know it’s important.
My relationship with Him is something sacred and intimate. I could just turn to Him to be my personal coach whenever I feel so down and out, even if we don’t converse with each other. He could be my makeshift diary in an instant! If something good happens to me, like getting a high score in a Calculus pop quiz, I always make sure that I thank Him for guidance and wisdom. And if I am furious, I think about Him and about how Lord Jesus Christ dealt with anger. It would take minutes for me to recover my mood! God is Someone who I can trust. I can confide my secrets to Him. He’s my unbiased referee. He’s my lifetime friend. He’s like my dad, my brother, or my cousin… He’s more than that, too.
In this fast-paced world, sometimes I forget to acknowledge His presence. And I feel guilty. It’s like ignoring your food, seriously. So now, I’m making it a habit of talking to Him, rather than talking to myself (that’s what I do in the past).
I may not be that religious, like a real Maria Clara should (that’s not my style, actually), but I know how to establish a no-holds relationship with Him. If not for Him, my life would be so messed up right at this moment and maybe onwards. Or maybe ‘till the day I die… It gives me satisfaction to know that if I find that no one understands me, there’s one Mighty Being who cares even a single damn thing about me… that’s none other than Him!
I’d rather read the Daily reflections of the Bible than go to church. I’d rather stay in a peaceful corner (like the Adoration Chapel in Sto. Rosario, where my bestfriend and I occasionally hang out) to pray or reflect than kneel in front of the altar for rosary praying. Most importantly, I’d prefer to treat God as my bestfriend, not some authoritative figure in-charge of my life (because we are the captain of our ships, not He). I’m not really into worshipping, or something, though I know it’s important.
My relationship with Him is something sacred and intimate. I could just turn to Him to be my personal coach whenever I feel so down and out, even if we don’t converse with each other. He could be my makeshift diary in an instant! If something good happens to me, like getting a high score in a Calculus pop quiz, I always make sure that I thank Him for guidance and wisdom. And if I am furious, I think about Him and about how Lord Jesus Christ dealt with anger. It would take minutes for me to recover my mood! God is Someone who I can trust. I can confide my secrets to Him. He’s my unbiased referee. He’s my lifetime friend. He’s like my dad, my brother, or my cousin… He’s more than that, too.
In this fast-paced world, sometimes I forget to acknowledge His presence. And I feel guilty. It’s like ignoring your food, seriously. So now, I’m making it a habit of talking to Him, rather than talking to myself (that’s what I do in the past).
I may not be that religious, like a real Maria Clara should (that’s not my style, actually), but I know how to establish a no-holds relationship with Him. If not for Him, my life would be so messed up right at this moment and maybe onwards. Or maybe ‘till the day I die… It gives me satisfaction to know that if I find that no one understands me, there’s one Mighty Being who cares even a single damn thing about me… that’s none other than Him!
Confessions of an Unpicked Rosebud
I’ve always loved fairytales when I was young. I admired lovely princesses flashing their debonair ensembles and demure auras. And of course, there are always Prince Charmings… always there as a knight-in-shining-armor for the princesses. But what is it that makes a fairytale click?
Now that I’m a teenager, I crave for romantic-comedy movies. Aside from liking the crazy antics of the characters, I admire the “kilig” moments between the leading lady and his main man. Wahahaha!
Ok, so here’s Ariel and Prince Eric, Jack and Rose, Kate and Leopold, Sam and Austin, or Bokbok and Poknat (hahaha). Sound’s familiar?
Most of the time, these kinds of stories have happy endings. And how we wish we can also experience those! But most of the time, not..
I’ve always wondered what it feels like to have somebody walk me home, talk with on the phone late nights, buy me nice presents, date me on restaurants or in the carenderia, perhaps?(hahaha)… maybe, I wouldn’t mind wanting to look good for someone. Maybe, I wouldn’t mind letting that special someone hold my hand, or hold me when I’m just weak to go on… or maybe just maybe…
This sounds awful coming from me, honestly! HAHA… I’m not into rushing things. I’m just wondering what it feels like to be in-love and be loved in return. Uh, it’s not the maternal/paternal/friendly love… I’m pretty sure you know what I’m talking about. (oh no, I can’t believe I’m saying these…)
In short, I’m an NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth)—it’s cute but it’s getting tired (hahaha…very stupid!). It’s always that I’m too young for it, my parents won’t allow me, and the school-first policy. In any case, I’m single! There were times in my life when I started wondering whether I’m pretty enough (I’ll always be… nanu man, palag ka?! hehe) or interesting at all! My friends are getting coupled, and I’m the only one who’s not (ouch!).
Of course, there were young boys who came in and out of my life. But for me, it was enough for just being friends or m.u.’s, and no more than that. But the most “horrific” situation I’ve been through was when I liked someone who didn’t even like me back (darn!). Well, it’s ok… I’m immune to that!
(sighs..)Well, I’m ok with it. I’m not asking to have a bf right away! All I am looking forward to is the experience (love the anticipation!). It doesn’t matter if I’m missing out on this Valentine’s day by being alone. I’ll have someone someday! hehehehe
You know what they say about being happy only while you’re wanting something? Well, there’s a lot of truth to that. The adage, “Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it” is apt. My coupled friends could be getting all that sweet talks, stuff toys, lovely roses (which will just wilt afterwards), chocolates, and whatsoever on Valentine’s day… but could very well just be prepping for phones slamming and voices raising that same night because “Mr. Perfect” wasn’t considerate enough to buy the right kind of teddy bear for them. True, they found a boy, but is he the boy they were happily dreaming about?
(laughs) That’s life. I may not have that someone right now. But I am happy and content. There’s nothing wrong with being single! It’s great to be free, with no strings attached, no commitments to bother, no responsibilities (duh!). I can stay out late every night, I can wear whatever I want. Yeah, singleness can suck when I get stuck in a rut. But the beauty of being single is that I can change my life without causing a commotion… be a punk one day, a princess the next. Everyone may think that I’m insane, but hey, as long as they love the new me!
And the best thing about it is that the whole world sees that I can take good care of my own self.
But you know what? I wouldn’t mind being bound to someone who cares for me… who understands, who sees my worth… I wouldn’t mind being bound to someone I love and who loves me! I’ll have a happy ending someday, just like in the fairytales , koreanovelas, soap operas, or romantic-comedy flicks…:-)
Now that I’m a teenager, I crave for romantic-comedy movies. Aside from liking the crazy antics of the characters, I admire the “kilig” moments between the leading lady and his main man. Wahahaha!
Ok, so here’s Ariel and Prince Eric, Jack and Rose, Kate and Leopold, Sam and Austin, or Bokbok and Poknat (hahaha). Sound’s familiar?
Most of the time, these kinds of stories have happy endings. And how we wish we can also experience those! But most of the time, not..
I’ve always wondered what it feels like to have somebody walk me home, talk with on the phone late nights, buy me nice presents, date me on restaurants or in the carenderia, perhaps?(hahaha)… maybe, I wouldn’t mind wanting to look good for someone. Maybe, I wouldn’t mind letting that special someone hold my hand, or hold me when I’m just weak to go on… or maybe just maybe…
This sounds awful coming from me, honestly! HAHA… I’m not into rushing things. I’m just wondering what it feels like to be in-love and be loved in return. Uh, it’s not the maternal/paternal/friendly love… I’m pretty sure you know what I’m talking about. (oh no, I can’t believe I’m saying these…)
In short, I’m an NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth)—it’s cute but it’s getting tired (hahaha…very stupid!). It’s always that I’m too young for it, my parents won’t allow me, and the school-first policy. In any case, I’m single! There were times in my life when I started wondering whether I’m pretty enough (I’ll always be… nanu man, palag ka?! hehe) or interesting at all! My friends are getting coupled, and I’m the only one who’s not (ouch!).
Of course, there were young boys who came in and out of my life. But for me, it was enough for just being friends or m.u.’s, and no more than that. But the most “horrific” situation I’ve been through was when I liked someone who didn’t even like me back (darn!). Well, it’s ok… I’m immune to that!
(sighs..)Well, I’m ok with it. I’m not asking to have a bf right away! All I am looking forward to is the experience (love the anticipation!). It doesn’t matter if I’m missing out on this Valentine’s day by being alone. I’ll have someone someday! hehehehe
You know what they say about being happy only while you’re wanting something? Well, there’s a lot of truth to that. The adage, “Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it” is apt. My coupled friends could be getting all that sweet talks, stuff toys, lovely roses (which will just wilt afterwards), chocolates, and whatsoever on Valentine’s day… but could very well just be prepping for phones slamming and voices raising that same night because “Mr. Perfect” wasn’t considerate enough to buy the right kind of teddy bear for them. True, they found a boy, but is he the boy they were happily dreaming about?
(laughs) That’s life. I may not have that someone right now. But I am happy and content. There’s nothing wrong with being single! It’s great to be free, with no strings attached, no commitments to bother, no responsibilities (duh!). I can stay out late every night, I can wear whatever I want. Yeah, singleness can suck when I get stuck in a rut. But the beauty of being single is that I can change my life without causing a commotion… be a punk one day, a princess the next. Everyone may think that I’m insane, but hey, as long as they love the new me!
And the best thing about it is that the whole world sees that I can take good care of my own self.
But you know what? I wouldn’t mind being bound to someone who cares for me… who understands, who sees my worth… I wouldn’t mind being bound to someone I love and who loves me! I’ll have a happy ending someday, just like in the fairytales , koreanovelas, soap operas, or romantic-comedy flicks…:-)
Camisado
cam·i·sa·do [kàmmə sáydō, kàmmə sdō]
(plural cam·i·sa·does)
noun
surprise attack: a surprise attack at night (archaic)
I can instantly recall the time I was chased by a mad man when I was just 8 years of age… Haha! As a matter of fact, I can still remember the exact date! It was a cloudy and a usual morning, on the 28th of December 1998. I was in my Grandmother’s place at that time. My uncle and I went to the store to buy Sprite (because I “badly” needed it). And so we went, until I lost hold on him! It was a narrow street so I kept on running and calling him, because I’m scared that I might lose him. Incidentally, a psychotic man (who was rumored to be a kidnapper and kid-eater! Yikes!) detoured along the narrow passage where I was heading to! Being panic-stricken, I hysterically screamed and wailed for help! He was viciously looking at me, and to think he was bringing his filthy sack (where he would put me or another unfortunate kid!). And as a result, the cute (literally!)umbrella, that my mom gave to me on my 8th birthday, and my slipper landed to the muddy canal! Of course, I didn’t mind it because I all I knew at that moment was a need for SURVIVAL!
I was panting… I almost thought that I could faint. It was such a hideous childhood memory. Thank God I’m still here! *laughs
It was unexpected, really. Camisado is the term for it, although I wasn’t attacked at night.
But to tell you what, I’m still experiencing camisadoes until now. And I do think that all of us do, aight? Well, in my case, it’s not really the literal CAMISADO that’s making me wince. Let’s just say I’m surprisingly attacked by different kinds of emotions, especially the negative ones…
Much as I don’t want to, I can’t help but submit to these crap. I hate being termed as “emotional”, “pathetic”, or “oversensitive”, but I think there’s some truth into it (haha). There’s really truth in it! Oh, to hell with them, anyway! Whatever this is, I must admit that my life is mostly governed with emotions, and as a consequence, I become dull and irrational as time passes by.
Sometimes, I resent the sudden attack of my moodiness. And there’s always a reason behind it.
I’ve always been labeled as a sensitive and moody person. I get easily affected by anything! But you know what, I think it’s not that bad to be like that. If we all are sensitive people, we would learn how to sympathize. We would become aware of the feelings of others and we would know how to help them.
But on the flip side, if we are that sensitive, we tend to wallow on self-pity (I hate this term!). Honestly, I’ve gone through a lot of “self-absorption” on the past few years of my life. But now? Not anymore. As much as possible, I will look at all angles and try to weigh down if what I am feeling is reasonable or not. Think I’m insecure? I admit I WAS. Haha! What is this? We all have insecurities, man! I’ll handle “those” in a different and more rational way now…
I’ve figured out all of these, by myself. There’s nothing wrong of being sensitive or moody! As long as I’m not offending someone else, or most especially, myself. In fact, I’ve resigned to the fact that I maybe I’m an “emo” person. So? At least I am aware and I have the power to sympathize, now I know that I have this gift of sensitivity.
One more thing that I have learned is that I can control my actions because I can easily determine how I feel.
You may hate persons who put their hearts over their heads. Think again. People who can deeply understand (because they are guided with what they feel) are wise, and they are better than those who are intelligent or logical or whatsoever.
Now, I can gladly say that being surprisingly attacked by rising variations of sensations is not that horrible at all! Looks like I’m gonna have to expect more camisadoes in the future. Although I’m not gonna call it “camisado” anymore! And please, no more psychotics, ok?
(plural cam·i·sa·does)
noun
surprise attack: a surprise attack at night (archaic)
I can instantly recall the time I was chased by a mad man when I was just 8 years of age… Haha! As a matter of fact, I can still remember the exact date! It was a cloudy and a usual morning, on the 28th of December 1998. I was in my Grandmother’s place at that time. My uncle and I went to the store to buy Sprite (because I “badly” needed it). And so we went, until I lost hold on him! It was a narrow street so I kept on running and calling him, because I’m scared that I might lose him. Incidentally, a psychotic man (who was rumored to be a kidnapper and kid-eater! Yikes!) detoured along the narrow passage where I was heading to! Being panic-stricken, I hysterically screamed and wailed for help! He was viciously looking at me, and to think he was bringing his filthy sack (where he would put me or another unfortunate kid!). And as a result, the cute (literally!)umbrella, that my mom gave to me on my 8th birthday, and my slipper landed to the muddy canal! Of course, I didn’t mind it because I all I knew at that moment was a need for SURVIVAL!
I was panting… I almost thought that I could faint. It was such a hideous childhood memory. Thank God I’m still here! *laughs
It was unexpected, really. Camisado is the term for it, although I wasn’t attacked at night.
But to tell you what, I’m still experiencing camisadoes until now. And I do think that all of us do, aight? Well, in my case, it’s not really the literal CAMISADO that’s making me wince. Let’s just say I’m surprisingly attacked by different kinds of emotions, especially the negative ones…
Much as I don’t want to, I can’t help but submit to these crap. I hate being termed as “emotional”, “pathetic”, or “oversensitive”, but I think there’s some truth into it (haha). There’s really truth in it! Oh, to hell with them, anyway! Whatever this is, I must admit that my life is mostly governed with emotions, and as a consequence, I become dull and irrational as time passes by.
Sometimes, I resent the sudden attack of my moodiness. And there’s always a reason behind it.
I’ve always been labeled as a sensitive and moody person. I get easily affected by anything! But you know what, I think it’s not that bad to be like that. If we all are sensitive people, we would learn how to sympathize. We would become aware of the feelings of others and we would know how to help them.
But on the flip side, if we are that sensitive, we tend to wallow on self-pity (I hate this term!). Honestly, I’ve gone through a lot of “self-absorption” on the past few years of my life. But now? Not anymore. As much as possible, I will look at all angles and try to weigh down if what I am feeling is reasonable or not. Think I’m insecure? I admit I WAS. Haha! What is this? We all have insecurities, man! I’ll handle “those” in a different and more rational way now…
I’ve figured out all of these, by myself. There’s nothing wrong of being sensitive or moody! As long as I’m not offending someone else, or most especially, myself. In fact, I’ve resigned to the fact that I maybe I’m an “emo” person. So? At least I am aware and I have the power to sympathize, now I know that I have this gift of sensitivity.
One more thing that I have learned is that I can control my actions because I can easily determine how I feel.
You may hate persons who put their hearts over their heads. Think again. People who can deeply understand (because they are guided with what they feel) are wise, and they are better than those who are intelligent or logical or whatsoever.
Now, I can gladly say that being surprisingly attacked by rising variations of sensations is not that horrible at all! Looks like I’m gonna have to expect more camisadoes in the future. Although I’m not gonna call it “camisado” anymore! And please, no more psychotics, ok?
Friday, January 19, 2007
A Need for Hibernation
Lucky for those furry squirrels who has the opportunity to get a lot of winter sleep in frosty months. Jealous, huh? I guess so…
I don’t mean it biologically! My sleeping clock is ‘quite’ fine right now. And I just got to the point that I want to be alone, for a purpose, of course. Though I’m not a loner (or an extrovert though), I get a lot insights and ‘self-discovery’ stuff when I’m in solitude. When I mean in solitude, it’s minus all of my responsibilities in school, family, friends, etc. I wanna be free of all the hassles in life, if possible…
UP’s sembreak is so short (damn!). I wish it was 2 weeks or more. There are just some aspects of my life I want to clarify and analyze, to rearrange or revive, perhaps. Gosh, I hope there’s a way I could find in order to suppress my four enemies: boredom, frustration, anxiety, and stress.
Before I go to sleep, I always imagine myself to be in a dimension where no one else existed, except myself. It’s only paradise within my reach. At least in my fantasies I could find a life that’s mine: calm and serene.
But like chorus and verse, most of the lessons in life are learned not in seclusion, but in real life action; with other people and certain circumstances= that’s the ‘package of life’. Yup, it’s tough, man! It’s reality and there’s nothing I could do about it. But it wouldn’t be a crime if I wanted to get a nice treat, right?!!! So, why the guilt?
My favorite place to spend alone? In the jeepney, despite of Cebu’s often-too-lackadaisical sights. I’ve always loved traveling, especially when I was young and laid-back. You would seldom find me sleeping in the bus or ship. I want to get a good glimpse of the city or mountains or seas. Very fascinating, but it’s not what just my eyes could see. When I get a look of something, and when I merely just gaze at it, I tend to reflect on myself in relation to that thing or place. Like the sea, for instance. It’s tranquil but the waves are sometimes scary. Weird?
It’s in the jeepney where I could see people pass by. I look at their expressions and the way they maintain their poise. It’s in the jeep where I could get my money worth (six pesos is fine with me, thanks) simply by sightseeing and reflection. There was even one time when I was very depressed that my teardrops fell, and a old lady was staring at me. She was like “What’s the problem, kid?” I just don’t care, hehehehe! I don’t care if I smile or cry in the jeep, because I loved it. I don’t give a damn to the people around me.
When everything seems so confusing, I reflect on something. Publishing a journal here (in my blog) is an example. That’s why I kept on screaming ‘I WANNA HIBERNATE’ because I wanna be alone in peace; and just reflect.
I believe that everyone of us want some time to think about ‘what might have been if I did this’, ‘why did I act that way’, or ‘how should I deal with this’. To reflect is to think seriously and calmly. But I just don’t reflect all day long because there will be some moments of my life that require action. Advice? Give yourself sometime to reflect, even if it’s for a while. It’s very healthy and it can boost your spirituality and individuality. And who knows? Maybe it can help you to discover yourself and to deal with situations.
I don’t mean it biologically! My sleeping clock is ‘quite’ fine right now. And I just got to the point that I want to be alone, for a purpose, of course. Though I’m not a loner (or an extrovert though), I get a lot insights and ‘self-discovery’ stuff when I’m in solitude. When I mean in solitude, it’s minus all of my responsibilities in school, family, friends, etc. I wanna be free of all the hassles in life, if possible…
UP’s sembreak is so short (damn!). I wish it was 2 weeks or more. There are just some aspects of my life I want to clarify and analyze, to rearrange or revive, perhaps. Gosh, I hope there’s a way I could find in order to suppress my four enemies: boredom, frustration, anxiety, and stress.
Before I go to sleep, I always imagine myself to be in a dimension where no one else existed, except myself. It’s only paradise within my reach. At least in my fantasies I could find a life that’s mine: calm and serene.
But like chorus and verse, most of the lessons in life are learned not in seclusion, but in real life action; with other people and certain circumstances= that’s the ‘package of life’. Yup, it’s tough, man! It’s reality and there’s nothing I could do about it. But it wouldn’t be a crime if I wanted to get a nice treat, right?!!! So, why the guilt?
My favorite place to spend alone? In the jeepney, despite of Cebu’s often-too-lackadaisical sights. I’ve always loved traveling, especially when I was young and laid-back. You would seldom find me sleeping in the bus or ship. I want to get a good glimpse of the city or mountains or seas. Very fascinating, but it’s not what just my eyes could see. When I get a look of something, and when I merely just gaze at it, I tend to reflect on myself in relation to that thing or place. Like the sea, for instance. It’s tranquil but the waves are sometimes scary. Weird?
It’s in the jeepney where I could see people pass by. I look at their expressions and the way they maintain their poise. It’s in the jeep where I could get my money worth (six pesos is fine with me, thanks) simply by sightseeing and reflection. There was even one time when I was very depressed that my teardrops fell, and a old lady was staring at me. She was like “What’s the problem, kid?” I just don’t care, hehehehe! I don’t care if I smile or cry in the jeep, because I loved it. I don’t give a damn to the people around me.
When everything seems so confusing, I reflect on something. Publishing a journal here (in my blog) is an example. That’s why I kept on screaming ‘I WANNA HIBERNATE’ because I wanna be alone in peace; and just reflect.
I believe that everyone of us want some time to think about ‘what might have been if I did this’, ‘why did I act that way’, or ‘how should I deal with this’. To reflect is to think seriously and calmly. But I just don’t reflect all day long because there will be some moments of my life that require action. Advice? Give yourself sometime to reflect, even if it’s for a while. It’s very healthy and it can boost your spirituality and individuality. And who knows? Maybe it can help you to discover yourself and to deal with situations.
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