I don't really blog any more.
I don't know why.
Actually right now I'm just forcing myself to type this shit down. Because I'm really bored. -_-
There was a time when I would blog incessantly, almost everyday and sometimes even twice a day. Now those days are over and now I don't know what to do with my life.
Huh.
*sleeps*
Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Ten things I really should be telling myself more often
1. A promise is a promise, no matter whom you make it to. Promises were meant to be kept, not broken, which is why they even exist. If you can't keep your promises it's better that you don't make any at all.
2. You're 18 years old, for fuck's sake. You'll be 19 in a few months and you won't get any younger. Pretty soon the happy bubble you live in will be gone forever and the next thing you know you'll be thrust into a world where no one will take you seriously if you don't prove yourself. Better man up.
3. Nobody ever did shit lying down, so if you want something done, you'd better get off your ass and get your head in the game.
4. The mainstream is overrated. Just because you don't live like everyone else doesn't mean you're automatically a bad person. Learn to love yourself for who you are.
5. Your best is never good enough. Even if you think it is, it's not. You are not the best writer, the best speaker, the best reader, the best artist, the best student, the best friend, the best son, the best ANYTHING. Because for every good man there is always someone better, and if you want to make your way up top, you'd better be prepared to climb a very steep hill.
6. No one is immortal. We all die sooner or later so we'd better not test the hands of fate.
7. Love is not a contest. If she doesn't come, then it only means it's not yet time and you're going to have to wait. In the meantime, why don't you grow up a lot? Patience is a virtue, and so is maturity.
8. You don't learn to think on your feet and the world will eat you alive.
9. Shit happens and when you're down, there's really no where else to go but up. Ranting and crying may be healthy but other than that they're useless and immature. Cry hard, work harder, and maybe one day you'll get what you want.
10. Your homework's not gonna do itself.
2. You're 18 years old, for fuck's sake. You'll be 19 in a few months and you won't get any younger. Pretty soon the happy bubble you live in will be gone forever and the next thing you know you'll be thrust into a world where no one will take you seriously if you don't prove yourself. Better man up.
3. Nobody ever did shit lying down, so if you want something done, you'd better get off your ass and get your head in the game.
4. The mainstream is overrated. Just because you don't live like everyone else doesn't mean you're automatically a bad person. Learn to love yourself for who you are.
5. Your best is never good enough. Even if you think it is, it's not. You are not the best writer, the best speaker, the best reader, the best artist, the best student, the best friend, the best son, the best ANYTHING. Because for every good man there is always someone better, and if you want to make your way up top, you'd better be prepared to climb a very steep hill.
6. No one is immortal. We all die sooner or later so we'd better not test the hands of fate.
7. Love is not a contest. If she doesn't come, then it only means it's not yet time and you're going to have to wait. In the meantime, why don't you grow up a lot? Patience is a virtue, and so is maturity.
8. You don't learn to think on your feet and the world will eat you alive.
9. Shit happens and when you're down, there's really no where else to go but up. Ranting and crying may be healthy but other than that they're useless and immature. Cry hard, work harder, and maybe one day you'll get what you want.
10. Your homework's not gonna do itself.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
My One Big Dream
Right now is to go to Baguio and live there right after I graduate.
What am I gonna do there?
I don't know. I'll probably teach at UP Baguio. Or work for some small company. Or sell strawberries. Or make pots. Or hide out in the mountains and make nice with the tribes if they don't mind not-tribesmen and the NPA if they don't mind not-communists.
I don't care.
Right now I just want to be free from city living. I mean it's nice here and all but man. It's not really the city that gets to me. It's the capitalism and consumerism that do. It's like an itch I just can't scratch away. The everyday struggle that gets people involved in this shit-ass rat race for power and wealth and prestige.
Money. It's ALWAYS about money. ALWAYS. We wake up and eat and go to work and stay in school because of money. We spend long hours late at night away from the people we love because of money. We grow fat, old, and tired faster because of money. We get sick and die because of money.
It's all about money. It's all about position. It's all about power. It's all about temporary joy and false happiness. It's all about the things we think are so important we owe them our lives but are really just a backdrop to the big picture.
It's all this materialism that ruins relationships, lives, souls. I WANT OUT. For fuck's sake. My biggest dream right now is to find the strength and the will power inside me to purge my system of all fear and doubt and short-sightedness and break free of the illusion of material wealth and political power and bloated ego that takes a man's idealism and hope and dreams, envelopes them, then consumes them whole until there is literally nothing left of the man but a dreary, hollow, shallow outline of his former self.
I want nothing more right now than to run through fields of grain, barefoot, propelled by wind and roasting slowly under the hot afternoon sun, screaming my lungs out in unmistakable ecstasy.
I want to be liberated, mind, body and soul, from the fears that weigh my heart down like anchors to a ship.
I want to transcend the overwhelming addiction to possessions and material nothings.
I WANT TO BE FREE.
What am I gonna do there?
I don't know. I'll probably teach at UP Baguio. Or work for some small company. Or sell strawberries. Or make pots. Or hide out in the mountains and make nice with the tribes if they don't mind not-tribesmen and the NPA if they don't mind not-communists.
I don't care.
Right now I just want to be free from city living. I mean it's nice here and all but man. It's not really the city that gets to me. It's the capitalism and consumerism that do. It's like an itch I just can't scratch away. The everyday struggle that gets people involved in this shit-ass rat race for power and wealth and prestige.
Money. It's ALWAYS about money. ALWAYS. We wake up and eat and go to work and stay in school because of money. We spend long hours late at night away from the people we love because of money. We grow fat, old, and tired faster because of money. We get sick and die because of money.
It's all about money. It's all about position. It's all about power. It's all about temporary joy and false happiness. It's all about the things we think are so important we owe them our lives but are really just a backdrop to the big picture.
It's all this materialism that ruins relationships, lives, souls. I WANT OUT. For fuck's sake. My biggest dream right now is to find the strength and the will power inside me to purge my system of all fear and doubt and short-sightedness and break free of the illusion of material wealth and political power and bloated ego that takes a man's idealism and hope and dreams, envelopes them, then consumes them whole until there is literally nothing left of the man but a dreary, hollow, shallow outline of his former self.
I want nothing more right now than to run through fields of grain, barefoot, propelled by wind and roasting slowly under the hot afternoon sun, screaming my lungs out in unmistakable ecstasy.
I want to be liberated, mind, body and soul, from the fears that weigh my heart down like anchors to a ship.
I want to transcend the overwhelming addiction to possessions and material nothings.
I WANT TO BE FREE.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
