Once there was a girl,
that sort of hated the whole world.
She whined and whined yet was kind inside.
It was weird though, for I knew her a while,
Yet destiny makes a joke and says it isn’t time.
It was magic when we got closer,
For now I’ve found a person I could always look up to.
She’s both fun and undone at the same time,
A work in progress yet complete at the same time.
Her anger is incomparable and so is her smile,
Tengenemursh she says and I laugh out loud.
Never shall I find a friend as she,
One who shouts yet gives a plea!
I love her to death in ways unimaginable to man,
As a friend, as a mother, heck even as my saviour!
Indeed she’s a star; perhaps, even more…
And it’s her birthday today so you should greet her too!
PS: And I mean it, greet her! Send me an ask or something and I’ll print screen it! :) Anyway, Czarry’s an awesome friend of mine and I just wanted to greet her and since I’m not really good with greetings and I’m out of time, I made a poem! xD
July 21, 2012 - a night where I was supposed to enjoy a night of not-so-drunk (or partially drunk, partially sober or whatever they call it) partying, I actually did enjoy it though I must tell, it wasn’t really enjoying at first.
To tell you the truth, I am (and I will never be, with epic conviction) not a fan of people who drink. I can learn to accept who do drink but I will forever ponder on the fact on why they do drink. I mean, yeah,they’ll call it social drinking, party drinking and ‘OMFG-lez-drink’ or some other fancy title but I will always refer to it as simply drinkin’ booze ‘cause I simply don’t get the idea of drinking something that will actually make you tipsy and, when taken in gratuitous amounts, will make you highly susceptible to falling in the ground and being, let’s say, a floor rug. Some say (and by that I mean, most guys I talk to) that they drink for temporary dementia and yes, I needed a psychological term for that to prove a point; but yes, I do understand that they want to forget something but dude, wake up, you gotta learn to accept stuff. Drinking at one night then remembering the next day, with a severe hangover, won’t get you anywhere. Booze won’t move you on, so man up and start acceptin’!
Anyway, ‘nuff of the ranting and more on the events! After the party,(yes I won’t go into the actual details of a party ‘cause débuts are boring to be honest) which actually ended pretty early for a début at 11:00PM, here comes the “I’m going to kill you all” part sponsored by yours truly.
If you didn’t start reading here, I’m sort of going to tell you something obvious as seen in the picture above. My friends were not-so in the right mindset. They were drunk. And no, they weren’t just 2 or 3 guys who quietly got into our service van and slept soundly on the road-trip. They were not 3, 4 or 5 extremely out-of-this-world enigmas wrecking your brains, moving around and shouting all over the place, but 9 1/2 individuals (one was kind of talking like he’s sober but he’s tipsy too)! Not to mention (and sorry for the term) they’re puking all over the place and they were walking zombies when we’ve reached the overnight place. I must really give kudos to those slept early and wasn’t a pain in the butt like one of my friends (link’s his Tumblr, he’s awesome) but yeah, I still really despise ‘em a bit for drinkin’.
But y’know what? I can’t hate ‘em for that. I can’t hate ‘em for drinking though it’s against my way of living. I just can’t ‘cause they’re my friends. I must accept ‘em and care for ‘em and I can’t be angry at them forever because of one night that they seriously unleashed everything both literally and not-so literally. They’re my friends and as they’ve been with me all along my challenges (and clumsiness) at the past, I will be there for ‘em in they’re challenges too and when they’re, y’know, drunk. And oh yeah, before I forget…
Happy 18th Cara! Cheers ~
I have always been fond of ranting. I have not been fond, however, of ranting at my own teacher.
Don’t get me wrong, she literally accepted everything I say and I mean everything. I applaud her open mindedness, her poise to give her comments despite my ever-active mouth running against her profession (and the profession of the professor I’m ranting about) and her ability to calm me down and actually inspire me to stand up and actually make something happen and not just sit there. Most importantly though, she lit up the passion that lay inside of me in a way that wasn’t really expected, which probably is the reason I ended up really saying what I needed to say in my Theories of Personality subject.
Personality, per say, is a good subject. It teaches about the different approaches on how one psychologist can define a person’s various personalities. It’s supposed to be an awesome yet quite nerdy experience but in my book, it turns out to be a struggle of egos, a time when minds collide and a time to step-up which brings me to the term avant-garde.
Avant-garde is a French word which is literally translated at advanced guard but why’d I have to borrow some random French word to prove my point? Simple. French makes what I did rather appealing, rather than words like retaliate, desolate, counter-attack which are all but evil when seen from an outside perspective. More importantly though, avant-garde is a word which also translates to vanguard which, as you all know if you’ve been an avid reader of my blog, is one word that has always been implied but never stated. Why you ask? Yet again, I answer that it is simple.
If you’ve ever read the word vanguard in the dictionary, it simply means defending something. Remember when I said that my Personality class is a struggle of egos? That’s where defending something comes to play. I want to defend my friends from the ego of my professor and y’know what I did? I stood up for my friends though perhaps I did not defend them but I merely proved a point that I am more than willing to risk myself for them to freely say their opinion in a class that is supposed to be a world of questions, not a war of wits.
I fight for democracy but most of all, I fight for my friends. No one can hurt them or look down on them while I’m here, ever.
PS: Much more not so serious posts coming soon! Remember, 300th post marks a .gifs and more interactive stuff so stick and stay for that. Cheers ~
For those of us who missed our shot at experiencing the world’s most relaxing room, here are Professor Wiseman’s stress-busting tips:
1. Head for the countryside. Research shows that spending around 30 minutes in green and quiet surroundings will make you feel significantly more relaxed.
2. Listen to soothing music. Listening to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, a best-selling relaxation CD, or nature sounds lowers your blood pressure.
3. Carry out a relaxation exercise. Starting at your toes and working upwards, spend a few moments slowly tensing, and then releasing, the muscles of each part of your body.
4. Spend time with friends. Being with people you like helps distract you from anxious thoughts and lifts your mood.
5. Help others. Research shows that even carrying out a small act of kindness, such as making a donation to charity, helps improve your mood and decreases stress.
6. Accept what you can’t change. There is no point dwelling on the past, or thinking about what can’t be altered. Instead, focus on how you can create a better future.
7. Smile more. Don’t take life too seriously, and improve your ability to cope with stressful situations by seeing the funny side of whatever happens.
8. Use lavender. Research shows that most people find the smell of lavender especially relaxing, and that it also helps them get a good night’s sleep.
9. Hit the gym. Exercise promotes the production of endorphins, which, in turn, make you feel better about yourself and become more relaxed.
10. Look at the sky. If it is a nice day, lie on the grass, look up at a clear sky, and allow positive thoughts and images to drift through your mind.
Running, it has always been a thing of mine since I play basketball and all, but a 5 kilometer run? Now that’s what I’ve never tried to achieve! But today, I have finished a 5 kilometer run without stopping, probably with a bit of brisk walking but you get the point. Anyway, I’ll try to get straight to the point with this article since I don’t want you to see my ranting like totally.
Anyway, the day started of very well with me getting my smooth bones on. I was a little late on my schedule but I made it through a friend’s house to get free transportation since my dad was a bit busy with work. There was this slight problem though… We had to leave a man behind. My friends’ companions had this slight fear that they will not be able to start the marathon in time but might have been a little bit too punctual, so we kind left my other friend. I personally didn’t care about my punctuality during that time since I paid for the race to be able to help Pasig River and make a video for my Youtube account but since that happened, what transcended that day became way different from what I expected. It was sad leaving my friend behind since I care about those that get left behind rather than those who are already on their way ‘cause y’know I know the feeling of getting left behind that’s why I never leave people behind, but how come this time, I made a disastrous choice by going with a person who already has companions? I pondered that question in my head while my friend, his family, and I rode the car. The ambiance in the car was different for me since I really felt bad at that time but what made me even more feel bad was that the people inside the car were even more concerned about punctuality rather than a person who is alone, though late! It troubled me, for in that time I knew something must have been wrong with society and as I stepped off the car after we parked in some place near the running route, I swore to never leave a person behind ever again. That just isn’t my thing and it never will be.
Anyway, I had to put my running face on so I put aside all my worries for a while and ran for fun and for the Pasig River. It was an awesome experience running! And what made it more special was the fact that I was searching for a few people, specifically actors so that I could bring home something for SC(click this for StainlessChamporado’s link)! In the end though, I didn’t get to have a short commercial for SC and I ended up being alone for a while since I lost my friend (the same one who owned the car) during the marathon. In addition, almost everything went wrong that day and it was like everything I planned burned to ashes and I seemingly saw myself again, alone and broken to bits.
In the end, I reflected on what transpired that day and asked myself “was this day suppose to be an awesome?” And yeah, it didn’t feel like it. Sure, it was nice running, and this will surely NOT be my last run, but in the coming runs, a full set of friends would be nice? I don’t wish for another run wherein I will experience yet another “epic lose situation” by not finding hot girls, not having an awesome time with friends and not getting a video for SC all at the same time. A replay of 11/20/11 would’ve been awesome but me losing my racing bib must’ve been God’s way of telling me to stop planning stuff and just keep letting things happen ‘cause that’s how things are suppose to happen right? Perhaps life is just like a marathon, all things & persons must flow by their own course and way.
Back in the first part of the post, I ended it up saying that there was a certain person who told me a portion of his life when he saw me seating in the corner of the corridor. His name was Jeffrey Doringo. He was this BS Psychology major that I knew because he was a close friend of my brother when they were in first year. Some say he’s a maniac, others a rapist while most a social guy. For me though, he’s sort of a mentor. For the nth time and yet again, I have found a wise person who’s worthy of my attention of my respect, heck I guess I could totally talk to this guy all day long if I can but of course, we both thread different paths so that’s highly unlikely. Anyway, Jep as my bro calls him gave me much needed advice and insights about life. He gave this idea that life in our school isn’t easy yet it is a place for those that are truly up for challenges. He told me that the pursuit of the diploma in our school is a difficult one yet once you’re close to the goal, you’ll eventually start what he calls some form of self-motivation so that you never lose track of the reasons why you’re studying. He told me so much more about his life and though I want to share most of it, I doubt he wouldn’t allow it (or would he?) ‘cause y’know most it is a bit personal and I wouldn’t want to divulge it to the world. To just sum it all up we talked about life and what you think others think about you. It’s like on that day, we were truly Psychology Majors, defining the human emotions and strengths…
After we finished talking, we headed straight back to the building where the enrolment was held. The current number that was being called inside the waiting room was still at 170 so Jep and I still had to wait for a long time, or so I thought. We didn’t wait too long for the enrolment went on overdrive the moment we came back after we ate lunch. It took only around 30 minutes for me to get back into the line and in the flick of a finger, I was yet again a certified member of this disastrous university. Before I went home though, I opened my phone and saw tons of huge messages leaving me with no choice but to leave Jep and go back to my house only to find out that Yo Baga Baga is currently there. (Yo Baga Baga is like a sub-group of Overnighters! which paved the way for Stainless Champorado.) As I’ve said, we were supposed to shoot for our upcoming channel but in ended up with ruins… NOT!
Because we ended up not having been able to shoot for our first episode, we headed to SM San Lazaro where we ended up watching Paranormal Activity 3. It wasn’t that scary, it was rather just intoxicating to the brain ‘cause of the numerous thriller moments. I wouldn’t say the same for a friend of mine though who was not an avid fan of scary movies for he must have had a miserable nightmare that night. Anyway, after the movie, this friend of mine (yes the one who was going to have a miserable nightmare) started to imitate Tobita & Paranormal (those were the jokes we made whilst at the cinema) which totally gave much ruckus when we were at the floors of the mall. I mean c’mon! We were totally owning the place, not caring whether we were going to get reprimanded, scolded or what not! In short, we had fun! Even though we did not plan what transpired that day, it totally went on to become an awesome bonding experience! I totally love those guys and I don’t think that won’t change anytime soon! Check out a few pics in here! (Justin’s blog, just scroll down.)
Conclusion: Patience does bode good things, maybe not even what you thought it would bode… Sometimes even better than that, maybe an irreplaceable item or perhaps an irreplaceable memory. :)
It’s only been a couple of months since I last entered my Alma Mater, USTHS, but I don’t really get why I keep missing it every single time I look at the ceiling and think what the hell I really did with my life… What did I do with my life? Did I live it to the fullest in 16 years? Or did I just throw away all the “okay” chances and tried to risk perfecting every imaginable circumstance possible? Though it may seem as though the former is what I did due to some of my successes and triumphs, in actuality, (and because I can’t think of another word to make this sentence work…) “I fucked up my life.”
It isn’t actually that negative (well, it is.) because these past months, I’ve been able to cherish every moment I’ve had with my friends in High School. I’ve been able to grasp every moment I can spare just to be able to reminisce the moments that I’ve had before and of course to catch up with their lives. It turns out that most of my friends have already transcended the “adjustment period” while here I am, still hoping for some damn miracle to happen (yeah, winning the lottery is a miracle). I learned a lot about their lives including a friend of mine who goes on with life believing that BS Psychology is the course for her while she struggles with current course which is AB Communication Arts. I mean, her course isn’t that bad, perhaps she just lost the passion to pursue it and dedicated herself to the pursuit of different endeavors. In addition, she’s moved on with her love. One she held on to for a little more than four years only to find out that the person she secretly loved has already fallen in love with another. It was a sad story and I found it difficult to give her advice so I told her a piece of my story (and we’ll get to that long story soon…)
Anyway, another friend of mine recently had their real estate built in this subdivision in our country. The house was fully furnished and I was shocked to have known that yet again, a friend of mine’s looks deceived me! I just thought that this friend of mine was a simple man (and he still is) living in this world just like me with dreams of finishing his BS Architecture in the school I still hope to go into. But I was wrong for the day after we had this trip to his house; I found out that his mom was like some part-owner of some gas company. Talk about rich eh? But yet again he doesn’t speak much of it for he only jokes around and seemingly is carefree in life, possibly just wanting to be famous is what he wants to be (StainlessChamporado in Youtube, better subscribe to that!).
My other friends, on the other hand, are also doing well for themselves and even though we’ve all gone different paths, we’re still connected and actually growing together as adults! We’re like those stories in TV that when you see, you won’t believe, but then again, we’re doing it! We’re actually growing together and believing we can be successful in the different roads that we want to pursue! Perhaps, the only difference that we have is that I still haven’t accepted my fate and they have. This High School to College transition is totally taking its toll on me and I could say I’ve had a lot of grumpy days due to “tedding” (overthinking). I guess my love for “The Royal and Pontifical University of Santo Tomas” will never change. I guess that as long as this heart pumps black, gold and white, I shall forever sing my Alma Mater’s hymn.