People should avoid the negativity. People should stay away from negative vibes. It is like a blade. At first you do not know how sharp the blade is. So curious little you goes up to it. Stretches out your hand.. and touches the blade with your finger. Since it is a blade, naturally, it is sharp and your finger starts to bleed.
Lesson: next time you see a blade, what will you do? Go up to it or avoid it?
There is no right or wrong choices. You make a choice and you make it RIGHT!
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Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Weakness
Could my officemate be right? Do I have a "thing" for athletes -- or at least for people who are into sports?
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
Damnit! What should I do?
Talk about it?
Or just let things be and suffer this uneasiness?
The word Athlete comes from the latin athleta and the Greek athlEtEs, which means to contend for a prize, from athlon, prize, contest. So am I his prize?
Wala lang.
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
Damnit! What should I do?
Talk about it?
Or just let things be and suffer this uneasiness?
The word Athlete comes from the latin athleta and the Greek athlEtEs, which means to contend for a prize, from athlon, prize, contest. So am I his prize?
Wala lang.
Friday, February 08, 2008
10 Things I Hate About you
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Closing Cycles
By Paolo Coelho
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill. None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment." Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important. Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill. None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back. Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment." Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important. Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Hay.
I know that I should walk away but I feel a tiny hope inside of me.
Should I give it a shot knowing that I have no chance? Would I still try knowing that it would not work out?
Since my life is greatly influenced by basketball....
"It is like a championship game. Two seconds left on the clock. My team is down by one. I have the ball and I am open for a jump shot. Should I take the shot or not? If I make it, we win and celebrate. If I do not make it, we lose and go home crying. So I might as well take that shot and in case I miss it, I will still cry but it would be less painful knowing that at least I tried."
Should I give it a shot knowing that I have no chance? Would I still try knowing that it would not work out?
Since my life is greatly influenced by basketball....
"It is like a championship game. Two seconds left on the clock. My team is down by one. I have the ball and I am open for a jump shot. Should I take the shot or not? If I make it, we win and celebrate. If I do not make it, we lose and go home crying. So I might as well take that shot and in case I miss it, I will still cry but it would be less painful knowing that at least I tried."
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Bato bato sa langit
the whole context in which we met was innocent
it wasn't me who led
one long day it came with a rush
whom have you worked this magic on before?
you hide your thoughts and shroud yourself in mystery
when did you make a hole inside of me?
trapped in this room, suffocating in your niceties
somehow i want to hide myself somewhere away from you
-- Shiina Ringo
it wasn't me who led
one long day it came with a rush
whom have you worked this magic on before?
you hide your thoughts and shroud yourself in mystery
when did you make a hole inside of me?
trapped in this room, suffocating in your niceties
somehow i want to hide myself somewhere away from you
-- Shiina Ringo
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Earthquake
After lunch, as I fought my urge to sleep, my chair suddenly shook. I thought someone was trying to catch my attention, however when I turned around no one was around. I looked below and checked the wheels of my chair if it was complete. And it was. Apparently, there was an....
EARTHQUAKE!
It lasted for around 5 seconds. No reacted immediately. Baka nakiramdam pa mga tao.
Quotable Quotes:
Ano gagawin ko? Magtatanggal na ba ako ako ng sapatos?
Saan ako magtatago?
Kulit mehn. Pero promise, medyo nahilo ako dun.
EARTHQUAKE!
It lasted for around 5 seconds. No reacted immediately. Baka nakiramdam pa mga tao.
Quotable Quotes:
Ano gagawin ko? Magtatanggal na ba ako ako ng sapatos?
Saan ako magtatago?
Kulit mehn. Pero promise, medyo nahilo ako dun.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
One of those questions
Why do people leave?
Do they leave so that they can come back?
So are you coming back... with a baggage?
Whatever!
Do they leave so that they can come back?
So are you coming back... with a baggage?
Whatever!
Friday, November 09, 2007
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sing this song...
" I gave my love to you despite
Your evil ways
I guess it's clear to me there's only
One thing left to say"
- Till you do me right
Your evil ways
I guess it's clear to me there's only
One thing left to say"
- Till you do me right
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Unknown
You love until you don't.
You try until you can't.
You laugh until you cry.
You cry until you laugh.
And every one must breathe
Until their dying breath.
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
some stuff to think about...
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Private Coversation
17 year old boy: Ummmm.... (clears throat), I have a private question...
Aunt: Yes? What is it?
17 year old boy: Is Ate *insert name* pregnant?
Aunt: Yes, why?
17 year old boy: starts to laugh hysterically
Aunt: Why? What is wrong with that? She is married...
17 year old boy: continues laughing hysterically
Aunt: Oh yeah, you had a crush on her. *laughs*
Aunt: Yes? What is it?
17 year old boy: Is Ate *insert name* pregnant?
Aunt: Yes, why?
17 year old boy: starts to laugh hysterically
Aunt: Why? What is wrong with that? She is married...
17 year old boy: continues laughing hysterically
Aunt: Oh yeah, you had a crush on her. *laughs*
Friday, May 18, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Keso!
Cheese. Cheesier than nacho cheese and a four cheese pizza. It makes some cringe and sick. But what guess what? One can make cheese that is cheesier than all 4 cheese pizza that pizza parlors can create, or better, a whole galaxy of cheese planets all rolled into one giant cheese. It is definitely gross, but it means a lot and I guess the bitterest people write the sweetest lines that makes those cold hearted people throw up. The twisted feeling in the tummy that also warms the heart, that drives makes people insane and crazy.
It is gonna be a secret.
How stupid is it? I can't talk about it
I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart
How stupid is it? Won't you gimme a minute
Just come up to me
And say hello to my heart
How stupid is it? For all I know you want me too
And maybe you just don't know what to do
Or maybe you're scared to say: 'I'm falling for you'
The thought of you makes me smile. The thought of you and people like you breaks my heart.
It is gonna be a secret.
How stupid is it? I can't talk about it
I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart
How stupid is it? Won't you gimme a minute
Just come up to me
And say hello to my heart
How stupid is it? For all I know you want me too
And maybe you just don't know what to do
Or maybe you're scared to say: 'I'm falling for you'
The thought of you makes me smile. The thought of you and people like you breaks my heart.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Ang Pag-Ibig
Nakakatawa talaga ang love. Isa siyang napakalaking oxymoron. Lahat ng pwede mong masabi sa kanya, baliktarin mo at totoo pa rin.
Ang labo diba? Pero ang linaw.
Masaya magmahal. Malungkot magmahal. Di mo naiintindihan pero naiintindihan mo. Walang rason. Maraming rason. Di mo na kaya, pero kaya mo pa rin. Masakit magmahal. Pero okey lang. Leche, ano ba talaga?!
May kaibigan ako, sabi niya dati "Love is only for stupid people." Nakakatawa kasi laude ang standing niya, pero dumating ang panahon, na-in-love din ang hunghang. At ayun, tanga na siya ngayon.
Lahat kasi ng nahahawakan ng love nagiging oxymoron din. O kaya paminsan, nagiging moron lang.
Hindi lang kasi basta baliktaran ang pag-ibig.
Lahat ng bagay nababaligtad din niya.
Lahat ng malalakas na tao, humihina.
Ang mayayabang, nagpapakumbaba.
Ang mga walang pakialam, nagiging Mother Teresa.
Ang mga henyo, nauubusan ng sagot.
Ang malulungkot, sumasaya.
Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya sa mga taong ayaw na talaga magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang ang magic words na "Ayoko na ma-inlove!" biglang WACHA! Ayan na siya.
Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman.
Di ba nakakatawa rin na pagdating sa problema ng ibang tao, ang galing galing mo?
Pero 'pag problema mo na yung pinag-uusapan parang nawawalan ng saysay lahat ng ipinayo mo dun sa namomroblemang tao? Naiisip mong wala namang mali dun sa mga sinabi mo. Pero bakit parang wala ring tama?
Bali-baliktad din ang nasasabi ng mga taong tinamaan ng madugong pana ng pag-ibig.
"Ngayon ko lang nalaman ganito pala. Sabi ko na eh!"
"Ang sarap mabuhay. Pwede na 'ko mamatay. Now na!"
At hindi lang 'yon. Ang sarap din pagtawanan ng mga taong alam naman nilang masasaktan lang sila eh magpapatihulog pa rin sa bangin ng pag-ibig. Tapos 'pag luray-luray na yung puso nila, siyempre hindi sila yung may kasalanan. Siya!
"Bakit niya 'ko sinaktan?"
May kasama pang pagsuntok sa pader yon, at pagbabagsak ng pinto.
Hayop talaga.
Mauubos ang buong magdamag ko kakasabi ng mga bagay na nakakatawa 'pag pag-ibig na ang pinag-usapan. Ang daming beses ko na kasi siya nakasalubong kaya masasabi ko nang eksperto na 'ko.
Pero wala pa rin akong alam.
Pero ang pinakanakakatawa sa lahat ay ang katotohanang kapag gusto magpatawa ng pag-ibig, ipusta na mo na lahat ng ari-arian mo dahil siguradong ikaw ang punchline.
Nakakatawa no?
Nakakaiyak.
Ang labo diba? Pero ang linaw.
Masaya magmahal. Malungkot magmahal. Di mo naiintindihan pero naiintindihan mo. Walang rason. Maraming rason. Di mo na kaya, pero kaya mo pa rin. Masakit magmahal. Pero okey lang. Leche, ano ba talaga?!
May kaibigan ako, sabi niya dati "Love is only for stupid people." Nakakatawa kasi laude ang standing niya, pero dumating ang panahon, na-in-love din ang hunghang. At ayun, tanga na siya ngayon.
Lahat kasi ng nahahawakan ng love nagiging oxymoron din. O kaya paminsan, nagiging moron lang.
Hindi lang kasi basta baliktaran ang pag-ibig.
Lahat ng bagay nababaligtad din niya.
Lahat ng malalakas na tao, humihina.
Ang mayayabang, nagpapakumbaba.
Ang mga walang pakialam, nagiging Mother Teresa.
Ang mga henyo, nauubusan ng sagot.
Ang malulungkot, sumasaya.
Nakakatawa talaga. Lalo na kapag dumadating siya sa mga taong ayaw na talaga magmahal. Napansin ko nga eh. Parang kung gusto mo lang ma-in-love ulit, sabihin mo lang ang magic words na "Ayoko na ma-inlove!" biglang WACHA! Ayan na siya.
Nang-aasar. Magpapaasar ka naman.
Di ba nakakatawa rin na pagdating sa problema ng ibang tao, ang galing galing mo?
Pero 'pag problema mo na yung pinag-uusapan parang nawawalan ng saysay lahat ng ipinayo mo dun sa namomroblemang tao? Naiisip mong wala namang mali dun sa mga sinabi mo. Pero bakit parang wala ring tama?
Bali-baliktad din ang nasasabi ng mga taong tinamaan ng madugong pana ng pag-ibig.
"Ngayon ko lang nalaman ganito pala. Sabi ko na eh!"
"Ang sarap mabuhay. Pwede na 'ko mamatay. Now na!"
At hindi lang 'yon. Ang sarap din pagtawanan ng mga taong alam naman nilang masasaktan lang sila eh magpapatihulog pa rin sa bangin ng pag-ibig. Tapos 'pag luray-luray na yung puso nila, siyempre hindi sila yung may kasalanan. Siya!
"Bakit niya 'ko sinaktan?"
May kasama pang pagsuntok sa pader yon, at pagbabagsak ng pinto.
Hayop talaga.
Mauubos ang buong magdamag ko kakasabi ng mga bagay na nakakatawa 'pag pag-ibig na ang pinag-usapan. Ang daming beses ko na kasi siya nakasalubong kaya masasabi ko nang eksperto na 'ko.
Pero wala pa rin akong alam.
Pero ang pinakanakakatawa sa lahat ay ang katotohanang kapag gusto magpatawa ng pag-ibig, ipusta na mo na lahat ng ari-arian mo dahil siguradong ikaw ang punchline.
Nakakatawa no?
Nakakaiyak.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
<3
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
-- Neil Gaiman
-- Neil Gaiman
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Wisdom 001
In the meantime someone has to come up with new words to say at wakes and funerals. condolences -- waht exactly are those? "I'm sorry for your loss" -- why, you didn't kill her. "I know how you must feel" -- of course you don't, you're not me. "Words fail to express"-- then why are you saying them? It's not words that fail, it's the people who wield them. We have no power over life and death, we are subject to pain and disease and misery, but we command words. When you think about it, words are all we really have.
-- Jessica Zafra
-- Jessica Zafra
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