Appreciation For The Many

It's not like everyone was born into this world full of skepticism and hatred. As we were pulled into the society, we then had fresh minds and positive-yet-naive thoughts. Who could have thought that we'd actually consider the sun had two eyes and a mouth that would smile when it was up in the sky? Or that constellations in the sky would actually have lines drawn between points for us to recognize what they were?

Reality doesn't stick to unicorns and fairy-tales as much as some of us want them to. Though we have our ideas of what we want, there are always times when most of us think only of our own four walls and forget that the world might actually be a better place if we recognize that there's still a floor and a ceiling, making it six sides in all. You see, no matter what angle you take your picture of life, there will always be more than what you originally thought of.

When you see a classmate get a 98 of 100 score on the latest exam, while you only got a mere 57, you have to recognize that your classmate might have just aimed at getting a perfect score, ultimately falling short of it. To the general public, what he got is a diamond, something far reachable than what the average person can usually get. And perhaps this is what we all should have in our mind - aim high, then hit big. You've already deprived yourself the chance to win it big when you don't even aspire to be there in the first place.

It pays to see the positive side of things. It's a path that's not taken as much as you think it is, and even that is still an unclear proposition. However, learn to appreciate what others do out of service, out of pure initiative, and out of goodwill.

Making black propaganda just for the sake of it only proves one irony that your life is currently experiencing - that you're not doing anything interesting, and you actually want people to care about you. Pathetic.

Refuse To See

There have been a few good times when I sense that some people are portraying the very opposite of what they are inside. These situations have lead me to ponder on the thoughts of someone being able to have the luxury of having to wear a mask and eventually get away with it - and trust me, it's nowhere near being healthy.

Recently, I've been on another roller-coaster ride - one that's involved more than just the usual solo-shotgun ride life usually asks me to be on. This time, the only reason I got involved is because I see the responsibility I have in making someone see things in a better light. It isn't even assured of winning the Right-Thing-To-Do award, but for all it's worth, there's a possibility that continuing with this charade would lead to worse repercussions in the future. Perhaps this is one of the ironies of being an optimist - you pessimistically ask people to be an optimist too.

In your everyday lives and monotonous routines, you may have been privileged enough to notice that the ones who strive to become better than most are usually the ones that delve into their personal worlds more often than the usual. Probably because their outside influence is not coherent with their inner long-term goals, we may never know the real reason for this. However, it becomes such a hindrance whenever they sacrifice the very essence of success and social standing by going into one's own world and constantly be in denial for things that are really right in front of them. Yes, we all go through hell every once in a while - this is something that no one is exempted from. However, how we handle this 'hell' and how we plan on looking forward to reaching nirvana can and will define us - in more ways than one.

People who've gone through [bleep] in their lives know that in everything you do, you will always have a choice. A few follow the saying of "if there's a will, there's a way", or even the simple cliche of "it's never too late". Even more people go ahead and make their own one-liners, albeit these don't really go far from the main point of it all. What's that point, you ask? It's that point that gets shouted out by the genuinely happy people alive, and it is this - happiness is a choice. It always has been, and always will be.

For all the decisions we make in our lives, none has been more important than the decision of which thought to constantly have. Perhaps this is why optimists have an edge over the not-so-positive. They're the ones that already feel like they are in their nirvana, so when it does come, they are more than ready to accept the responsibilities of being there, of being someone who's happy and thankful for everything they have.

Seriously, if you didn't already feel like winning the lottery way before you actually did, would you have been able to properly handle it when it did come?

I didn't think so.

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be nice to the world, and the world will be a lot nicer too.

Investment of a Click

Thank you for taking time to click on the link that brought you here. It won't take you long if you plan on reading the whole post though, I'll just be posting some of my one-liner thoughts here.

"they say that once you decide to become vulnerable, chances are good that you will eventually pay the price for it...

..guess what?


....i did pay the price. big time.






.....but you know what?








......for some unexplainable reason....








.........it was worth every second." :)


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i'll be there.

Lost Chances

While it may be true that the lessons we learned in the past, along with the resolve to do better despite these shortcomings, have a way of improving the present-day 'you', there can always be times where we encounter a situation that just opens our eyes and shouts into our hearts something we've long tried to hide. For some people, this may be some sort of trivial, immature habit that just keeps coming back. For the unfortunate few though, this little comeback may involve matters that affect more than the literal - it also affects the emotional.

Of course, I'm not going to talk about the clique of people that gets cast out in society because they're either too worried, or they're just plain misunderstood. This post will certainly touch the 'emo' side of things though, but to look at it on the general level of 'emo' would be depriving yourselves the chance to relate to a real message hidden between these lines. So here goes.

Entitlement is something that's gone from being exclusive, to just plain self-proclaimed. It is this certain two-sided characteristic that allows confusion to come into the picture, and eventually make it's mark on a few good people. How can you really give a clear definition of entitlement? Are mutual feelings good enough to allow you to be secure in a relationship? Can passed-along talk about people and happenings be enough to conclude that something is really happening the way you interpret the situation? These are just some questions that I've come to face the past two days, and quite honestly, I believe they're not healthy at all.

There must have been some reason why I loved being a hibernating caveman for the past summer break - it was only then that I could take some time to think about people, about life, without any outside interference and outside influence. And I was lead to thinking that all would be alright once I stopped being a caveman. But what really happened was that I was more than fortunate to have a blessed group of people that welcomed me back into society. I came to realize that only a few days back, because as I went along the daily college-related chores, I found myself lost again. There were a lot of things I didn't want, a lot of things I wanted to change and improve. What was hard though is that a system is more than capable of eating you up once you delve yourself so deep into it. And boy, did I get to receive a big slap on the face for this.

You can't blame people for overreacting to certain events - some of which have no basis at all and are conjured upon by the most tactless, selfish of all people. This pretty much makes the challenge a tad bit more...challenging. The real test couldn't come any sooner. All those hours of contemplation and resolve will finally get to meet it's better match - and only a fight to the death can prove it's value and show us it's true worth.

I don't want to go into general conclusiveness, but for all the bullshit that I'm going through for it, this must be pretty much worth it.

For something that's got the capability of bringing people to new heights, I just want to get this over with.

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here we go again.

Looking At The Globe, Not The Sun

I hope this doesn't get viewed as a political hotbed of an article.

For the most part of the past few decades, we can always adhere to the fact that indeed, people can connect to one another in more ways than how you can position yourself in bed to sleep. With the advent of mobile phones, easier access to the internet, online video conferencing - and get this, cheaper air fares - there has never been a time when the comfort levels of trying to connect to one another have been this high. It's like a trend, but only in some similarities because trends eventually die out. This thing we're having? Oh, it's growing alright. And it's growing bigger than you think.

Welcome to globalization.

Communication has always been vital to the survival of a race. Animals have their owns ways of communicating, sending signals of warning when they know a predator lurks, or give off scents and smells so as to attract their would-be mates. In the case of the dominant primate walking on two hind legs, our best and most efficient way of communicating has always been words. Whether they be oral or written, morse code or podcasts, shortened text or long text, words have always been the main critical aspect when it comes to proper communication and responsiveness.

Most of us might not know how many words we blurt out from our thoughts in a day, but if we did try to trace it, we'd find ourselves in a rut. You see, the simple act of asking yourself how many words you've spoken are words themselves - you'd be like a dog chasing your own tail and feel exhausted for nothing at all. Words have become so dominant in our lives that due to it's enormity, we fail to recognize it's very power.

The internet has been the main culprit of the Information age - it allows us to do things never thought possible a few centuries back. You got a friend living halfway around the world? You won't have to take a plane just to do something so simple like saying "Hi!" - you can just log-in to your Skype account and start your video calls in just a few clicks. This is ease of use tuned to the personal rhythm. This is the power to spread your message out faster than you can say it. Dangerously, this can also become the New World Order. And surprisingly, this has been the best thing that's happened since birthdays were conceived as a celebration.

Our efforts to connect to people have turned from being a hassle to something that we're drawn to do. The concept of having instant communication regardless of the geographical gaps has endeared many people, and has also been embraced by the general public. Our thoughts become words. Words become conversations. Conversations become brainstorm sessions and moments to cherish. And once we get a hold of the power of words coupled with the benefits of technology, who knows.

The New World Order may just be within our reach.

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life has a way of making us fall in love with it.

A Kid's Game, with Implications

Applicable to almost everything in this life, the best way to handle your approach is to expect the worst, yet still hope for the best. It is this double-edged sword version of how to handle events in your everyday lives that has proven to be the most efficient way to get an acceptable outcome to whatever endeavor you wish to undertake. Surprisingly though, it's also the most boring way of doing things.

Back in the last year of my elementary school career, I can still vividly remember me facing a small confusion of interpretations for a single adjective - ambitious. Before I got to that point, I had always thought that ambition was something we all should have. Similar to goal-setting and forward thinking, being this kind of person allowed us to gauge whatever we wanted to do and have a meter for how much we still needed. To me, in my innocent sixth grade train-of-thought, ambition was something that's acceptable to have, maybe even a need-to-have characteristic.

What happened then though was that our religion teacher gave us a group of adjectives that were considered negative, and we had to cross out the ones we didn't want to have. Guess what? The word 'ambitious' was on that cloud of words, and my memory still has that moment of silence and question clearly imprinted as if it happened yesterday. It didn't lead me to start an outrage with my teacher though, but the flood of realizations more than made up for that.

It was here that I started to look into the eyes of duality - that to everything negative, there is always a different point-of-view that would allow us to look into the positive side of things. Similar to that simple questionnaire, it was a simple way of looking at the adjective in the view of the ones who viewed ambition as the cause of selfish endeavor and treachery, or the one where I originally had it - ambition was an inspiration that could be a great factor of getting you to where you want.

Of course, we are taking into account the capability of everyone to have enough respect to recognize the viewpoints of everyone else. While it is a given that the difference between trust and respect is that trust is earned while respect should be given freely without any strings, a lot of people still refuse to open their ears and look into the other side of the glass - they're trapped in looking at a mirror and can't see past that. Instead, all they can see is themselves, and sadly, that won't really get you far in any race. Not even a race where all you're competing against is yourself.

P.S. I've just posted the first article on a new blog site of mine. You can check out Redial Here, and hopefully you'd be following that blog soon when it gains momentum. As of posting though, the server is down, yet if it still is by the time you're reading this, please check back again for your first view of that site. Thanks!

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forever is a many-splendored thing.

On Softs and Sweets

Have you ever experienced working on something so hard, eventually finishing it, and in the end when you're supposed to celebrate, you find it hard to move just because you feel burned out? I just did.

Though to tell you the truth, this is simply something that's purely physical - the joy and excitement is still there deep in the complex networks of nerves we sometimes refer to as the brain. What I may be just pissed about is that without the recognition of such an accomplishment through (at least) a mini-celebration, things seem to be incomplete. You know, those moments where you just get to look back and shout your heart out because you did something. Or a small get-together because you know things are better that way. Then again though, it's been a staple that we rarely bake our cake and eat it too - though I've never believed in that too much. All you need is a little motivation, a bit of an inspiration, and some well-placed thought, and you can play the role of the genie in the lamp and grant your own wishes too.

A few weeks back, I was itching to get my own domain, and get another one for the school community site for a project some of my friends and I are working on. I did the research, calculated the costs, forum-hopped, and even plurked my way to getting the best possible deal out of what I had.

Then came yesterday.

In one day, and for the price of a little over a month's worth of hosting, I got two hosting accounts and two domains. Yes, I did. The first was an account I asked a friend to buy for me, because one hosting site was having a promotion which I jumped on right away. The second one was, shall we say, a blessing.

One of those sites is already up and running, being already indexed by Google in barely just a day and a half of existence. It's an online community portal for the college I go to, and I hope the team we're putting up can keep this site on track with the goals we originally meant for it. You can have a look at the soft launching over at UP Batibot, and get to read my post on the new enrollment procedures while you're there. It's really bare for now, so just check back in a few months once the site would rock your information gathering minds out.

The second one, which I am still disclosing for the moment because it's still under construction, will be a personal niche-ish blog I'm planning to run for a good while - a main site that will hopefully be a nucleus for the other projects I've lined up. I'll keep you posted on that, so I'll greatly appreciate it if you follow me.

It's been a great summer so far. And the sad part of it is that it may just end tonight. Enrollment, along with the rough experiences one goes through, will happen tomorrow. Talk about bittersweet, because I may just not be ready to face society too soon, but yet I have to admit that I do miss people. I'm also excited to meet up with a good old friend tomorrow night, too, a summer long plan we had that's going to be hopefully realized a good number of hours from now.

For a good part of my life, I've always reveled in taking the soft side of things - that way, one could just fit in whatever situation they are brought upon. But as with everything, it has disadvantages. And those disadvantages may have gone too far right now. There's a quote from a crappy movie that's been imprinted on my mind for a while now, and it simply says what simple logic can explain - if a man wants something he's never had before, he's got to do something he's never done before.

Tomorrow might just be a chance I've been longing for. Hey, you'll never know how cold the water is until you start to dip your toes into it. And when you do, someone might just be there to push you into the water with all your clothes on. Right now, the pool has been found - all I'm waiting for is that trusted friend who'd take a good laugh out of pushing me into the water.

And me learning how cold the water can really be.

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beginnings have always been relative.

Bring In The Olds

The English language has a queer way of giving names and definitions. As what my highschool teacher used to constantly remind us then, the language which you are now using to read this blog post is defined by a lot of rules, adding always that for every rule, there are exceptions to it. Talk about being consistently inconsistent.

There's a current trend that's masking itself as a form of rebellion, of freedom, and of breaking free. You might already have heard some of these making headlines on the news. Even a noontime gameshow has one segment that features the people who follow that trend and pit them against the people who decided to make their lives a little bit more interesting by tracking down and busting the followers of this current trend. However, I'll leave you all to think what you want on that topic, because as it seems today, it can lead to political bickering and mixed emotions. And that's something I do not want to have to deal with.

During the last Cebu Blog Camp, there was a segment by Tonyo Cruz about Citizen Journalism which I took a liking to. I had heard he studied at a UP campus, so there was a big chance I'd be getting his ideas and notions of loving our country and serving our people. There was one part of his talk wherein he polled the audience on whether we still buy a newspaper everyday. I quite remember I was the only one who raised my hand to respond in the affirmative, which then got me a bit thinking.

While it is true that access to the internet has boomed for the past year, and along with that instant access to information and sources, whether it be breaking news or the latest gossip, I still believe in the power of print. All my elementary and secondary schooling years always involved stopping by a newspaper stand on the way to school everyday. It was always me that did the honor of handing the ten-peso coin to our suki in exchange for the local daily. Even if I happened to be falling asleep when we were nearing that place, I'd always scramble to the window just so I could be the first one to get my hands on the newspaper. Trust me, I was that hooked.

It was sort of a routine where I simply went directly to the back portion, where the Sports section was. After reading through each column and article, I then proceeded to the middle part of the daily, where the Entertainment and Tech News were located. After pouring through all these, I took out my ballpen and proceeded on to fill out the crossword puzzle. I was doing this so much that there was a time my dad had to disallow me from being handed the newspaper because I would be too engrossed with it. What can I say - I simply loved reading, even if it meant my head would be spinning after the long ride to school.

Nowadays, I show no mercy when I get my hands on a newspaper. If it were a daily novel, I'd be reading it cover-to-cover and more. However, it saddens me to see that the original classic of distributing news is slowly being eaten up by the advent of the internet. Not that I am against it, because I love the internet and all the benefits and privileges it can give to the people. Mind you, I wouldn't be blogging if I did.

Perhaps this is just a rollover from my past of being someone who treasures people and things a lot (yes, I really hate goodbyes), but the simple newspaper and tabloid have gone through a lot - causing revolutions to start, spreading propaganda for those who knew how to use it, give more life to coffee shop talks, and even be the cause of celebration once a good friend gets featured in the lifestyle section. It's influence has stood out in the best and the worst of times, and honestly, information wouldn't have been as interesting if they used rocks instead of the traditional tree bark.

Part of the reason why I read a lot is the win-win situation it can give - one, being a firm in the belief that you can never have enough knowledge, and second, because we'd be able to improve on proper grammar and spelling. Again, it will be up to you to decide if this goes out to a certain trend today, but all I'm hoping for is that this won't give civilization a need for cleansing once all is said and done. Formality and technicality is something we can all use - it has been the backbone of many successful systems and structures throughout history, and it still continues to be.

Now, can anyone tell me, in the scope of the English language, what you would call news that's old?

I thought so.

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you got me smiling after a long time there.

Wow, A Wii!

Pasttimes are one of those things that can greatly qualify as a dictionary definition of 'ironic'. For something you do a lot, these activities are the ones that are rarely noticed and seldom given attention and recognition. For a lot of us, we have so much free time (or rather, decide to take some time off) that we are able to do hobbies, take a chill, venture into new waters, or even just take an afternoon off to watch the coolest movie at your favorite cinema house. Especially when the summer season comes, we're often faced with the notion of wishing that school days would be as laid-back as these days.

I'm not going to talk about a noontime show that just did a goodbye segment for one of it's temporary hosts, though watching that show would really qualify as a pasttime. Besides, there are some issues that a lot of people have with that, so I'm gonna play the role of the neutral middleman and leave you to make posts for that. Rather, there's something great about pasttimes that we often disregard. The essence of this might be trivial to some, but I write here in the hopes of making you realize what a great gauge our chosen pasttimes can say about the person it involves - us.

Have you ever taken time off lately, and once you find yourself in a rut of having nothing to do, do you try to notice the things that you are drawn to? More often than not, you'd be doing something you're passionate about - whether it involve school, academics, politics, and most especially hobbies, that line of being idle exposes the things you are willing to do that's out of your own. It can somehow level off on where you stand as a person, and shows the things that you do hold dear deep within.

One of the best professors I had last semester told us a thing or two about democracy and the benefits it should give once properly carried out. One of the best lessons we had was that true democracy allows us to have free time enough to be able to tap into our creativity potential. More commonly referred to as living "the good life" (which is what true democracy should bring), this situation pertains to that time when we don't worry too much about our next meal and the future of our children - and in effect allows us to be like a god and go creative. These are the times when ideas come in like floods on a real heavy storm, and if you've been living in a cave for the past few years, you would know that ideas can only bring about good things to one's life. Whether it be a new brand, a new business venture, or even a new approach to driving people to your blog site, ideas are given the most physical, literal value that's not even physical and material in the first place.

Having pasttimes, or rather the time to be able to do something for the sake of it, gives us the biggest chances of tapping into our creativity potential and bring out the best ideas that we could ever conjure. So next time you find yourself grumbling about nothing to do, look at the positive side of things and you might just get that eureka moment that would allow people to teleport. Now that would be cool.

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unchartered waters can seem like home to some.

Ice

Depending on who you ask, that drink can really taste good.

There's a big chance that once you read this post's title, the first thing that pops out in your head is that alcoholic beverage that's best served cold. I'd also like to comment on the other products from that company brand - there's one that talks of years, and another one wherein you add 60 more - but then again, you can't really criticize something you haven't tasted. And no, I got no plans on doing so anytime soon.

Before you go on your train of thought and think that you'd be getting more information on the latest bars and the coolest cocktails, I might have to disappoint you. The next set of paragraphs would even be lucky to have any of those ideas being mentioned at all. Though I will assure you this - if there's an invite for a drink or two somewhere in the Cebu nightlife scene, call me and I'll be there.

Yesterday was a day gone wild. And by 'wild' I mean things spiraled out of control in the best possible way it could have. You see, as I was riding the local jeep towards the city, I didn't expect to see much of my peers. The plan was to go to school, have a sign-up form be posted for my co-eds, take care of some business-related matters, and go back home to help my mom out. I took care of my medical check-up and tuition bracketing the week before, so if you're a fellow Hugpong from UP Cebu reading this, you won't find me in the college clinic anytime soon.

A sudden vibration somewhere in my pocket opted me to grab my phone and check to see the new message that just arrived. It took a bit of time though, as you can probably relate when you yourself would be riding the local transportation. So here comes the first surprise - a friend from another college asked about where I was. It was quite a while that we hadn't seen each other, so we decided to meet up since she had a bit of an idle time too.

As I finished my business over at school and at a park, I proceeded to our supposed meet-up place and waited. Now comes the second surprise - a fellow UPian who just came from summer classes at Diliman was also there. We talked for a bit, exchanging experiences and thoughts on topics along the way. As we were sitting down though, my phone rang - again. This time, an old friend of mine from highschool - and a really good one, mind you - called me up asking about my whereabouts. When I told him I was at this mall, he reacted positively and told me he'd be on his way to where I was - and along with it, the third surprise.

If I had a choice, I'd rather not use cliches when I can, but this time is just so opportune that I'm going to go ahead and use one - But wait! There's more! As I waiting for people to come to where I was, I noticed someone just next to our table - and the familiarity was there. The first thought that came was that he was my highschool classmate who I haven't seen since..uhh, highschool. But for some reason, I was engrossed in talking that I didn't mind it at first. However, I was wrong - dead wrong. Because as the time passed away and my old friend arrived, I found to my surprise that we all had plans in meeting up. Think of it as a mini-reunion, but whatever you call it, it happened.

This wasn't the end though. Another one of my college friends and I were also communicating and decided to meet up too. At the same place where my highschool friends were, no less. Talk about reunions, and it was one great experience yesterday. What added more fun to that meet up was that my college friend brought along another classmate of ours which I hadn't seen all break. Need I say more reunions? Yes, it was that kind of day where surprises get to you, and you love every moment of it. In fact, I was smiling so much I brought them all to a pizza place to have lunch. Days like these don't come often, and it was great to spend time with people like them.

I was treated to more laughs and even more reunions after lunch. The highschool gang was just talking about the most random of stuff, and along with it more and more laughters.We even had a dilemma on what movie to actually watch, only to conclude that the movie that would come out the day after was the best possible choice. After more talks and more reunions with people that came, I decided to go home earlier than them, because of the long trip and because I had things to do at home.

Maybe we didn't have the Ice beverage with a black-and-silver label that day, but we sure did have a lot of fun. And maybe that's all we need to enjoy our time together. I'm looking forward to enrolment, where I assume more meet-ups will happen.

And oh, before I forget. As I was settling in for the night, my mom called me from the store to tell me that I had a visitor. Would you believe this was a college friend who I hadn't seen in a while too? Believe it.

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interest was never a finance-only term.

A Simple Jeepney Ride

I love our country, period. I've always believed there's something good we can all get by helping the Pearl of the Orient get the recognition it deserves, and not mainly because I myself am a Filipino by birth and by blood. Perhaps this is what inspires me so much about activists, and activism as a whole - that with all the things going around the country today, it is always them that have the greatest passion in serving the masses and looking after the welfare of the ones in the lower levels of society. Before this post turns into a political issue though, let me just point out that indeed, our country deserves to be loved.

One of the greatest things I see in the Philippine society today is our fellow countrymen and the great joy they can find in simplicity. From the carenderia setting to the everyday routine of going to work, there's always something that would amaze us in our everyday lives, through the joys and smiles from the people we meet everyday. On paper, our country may not be the richest - yes, we are far from dominating that list. But then again, that list only takes into account the material aspect of things. Not that I'm degrading the value of material wealth. But as it seems, our country has what only a few do - wealth in values, and more importantly, wealth in being able to live a simple life and love it at the same time.

This does not mean to say that most of us Filipinos are simple-minded beings that are contented in being one, because for a fact, we aren't. On the sights we see everyday, this may be true, but the fact behind all of this is a heart of a Filipino wanting to see his and her beloved country get the recognition and value it's supposed to have.

One thing that's really a staple of the amazing Filipino simplicity can be read as the title of this post. Jeepney rides can last a long time, especially when you live in a municipality far away from the city. In this case, you'd be one of the few that's going to last the whole trip, and along the way you'd be riding along different personas and varied groups. It's not really normal to just talk to anybody though, but there can be times when you chance upon someone you do already know and you guys delve into a conversation the whole trip through. Then, there are the short trips, which mostly happens in and around the city and it's different locales. (In the case of the UP Cebu student though, the jeep code 04L would surely ring a lot of memories, but that's only for special cases. Especially when you do laag regularly.)

For the general public, a lot of things can happen during a jeepney ride. Some see it as a time for reflection, where they can go deep into their personal selves while waiting to arrive at their destination. For others, it is mainly a routine that prepares one for the tasks of the day ahead, perhaps even go as far as calling it the calm before the storm on a big day ahead. No matter our situations and backgrounds, every Filipino will always have a jeepney ride story to tell. I've had my own few stories, too. But a great friend of mine deserves more recognition here, simply because he is starting out an entire blog dedicated to the staple of riding a jeep and the amazing things that can happen in one. You should check it out over at Plite Palihug!, as I'm sure there will be a lot more fun and interesting things about to be posted over there.

My personal mind has always been awed by the beauty one can find in simplicity. This "beauty" pertains to both the figurative and the physical, and even the best solutions to the most complex problems tend to be more simple than we originally thought they were. Even through coding a lot of lines this summer, I've come to realize that the more complex functions one has to do in order to achieve something so simple, the better. It's simplicity that allows us to actually live life, and at the same time allows us to recognize the beauty that is life.

Here's a cliche for you - kiss it. No, I don't mean you should do the thing that adds spice to a blooming relationship between a male and a female.

Just keep it sweet and simple. Kiss it.

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jeepney rides can offer the best memories to anyone.

The Experience of Success and Fun - Cebu Blog Camp 2010

What a blast.

Yesterday was a day more than a hundred people won't easily forget. Over at the CAP Art Center along Jones, the first ever Cebu Blog Camp was held, with participants ranging from seasoned, veteran bloggers to those enthusiast bloggers, and even those who have just been welcomed to the world that is the blogosphere we all love. Hey, even we were all amused as early as the introduction of participants when one of us told the audience he started his blog site just last Monday. That just showed that this event is taking out the 'elitist' notion attached to the 'blogger' title for some, and allowed us to take a back seat as we all were about to witness history in the making, the pioneer of what will be a big event in the years to come.(credits to Winston Almendras for the pic used on this post. He runs BatangYagit.com)


Much to the delight of the participants (and I will admit, more especially to me), there were a lot of freebies given away even as early as the registration booth. Over there, I met up with one of the primary organizers of the event, and the owner of Through the Focal Glass, Evanjohn. He's more popularly known in the blogosphere as the Photoblogger, and he did a very good job of mixing up humor and content into delivering a great talk about photoblogging and vblogging. Yes, there were a lot of topics throughout the whole event, and these weren't given just by anybody - all the resource speakers were the masters at their field, and with this I give a great kudos to the organizers for having organized such a pool of speakers for the different fields. Marketing, Blogging platforms, Google Adsense, niches, Community building, Branding, SEO - you name it, and it was there. Such was the nature and ambience of the whole event - a venue where beginners could start off in a big way, where adept bloggers could improve more on what they had already built up, and where the seasoned veterans learned more through sharing their experiences with the good number of bloggers present. In a great way, nobody could ever feel lost or left behind with the range of topics being given, and as such, I don't think anybody ever did.

It's always a great feeling to be able to meet the people behind the blogsites they maintain. This was a great event to be able to do so, and though I did not  get to talk personally to most of them, I was still awed by their speeches and the aura they bring when they're 'in real life'. Come to think of it, there were a lot of well-known bloggers over at that event, and to be in their presence just makes you feel more than blessed to have joined such a gathering.

I sadly don't have a digital camera, because if I did, this post would have been laden with a lot of pictures from the event. However, there were a lot who did bring their cameras, and perhaps I can get the chance to grab some of the pictures soon. Of course, that will be in another blog, so please do wait for them.

Before I forget though, allow me to give some recognition to the pink team, aptly named "Team Baboy" because of the color of the swine. We were able to win the first group activity, and yes, we won prizes for it too. Cheers to Team Baboy!

As a whole, I could really say that the day was great. As with everything, you go into something having a set of expectations. With this event, there were great expectations I had coming in - I was excited as hell to meet fellow bloggers and listen to talks on how to enrich everyone's blogging experience. What surprised me though, was that not only did the event meet the expectations, they left them behind to eat their dust and overtake them as great as any race car could. It was an experience that's really worth having, and right now I'm already looking forward to next year's blog camp. By then, it's going to be a lot bigger, and hopefully we'll have more of the same yet improved topics to listen to.

Congratulations to everyone that made this event a memory that will last a lifetime. :)

(side notes)
Whoever said that giveaways and prizes were scarce, were not present at CBC 2010. Here's a rundown of the things I got after the dust settled and the Cebu Blog Camp success was born:

• A Flashdrive, courtesy of 88DB.com
• A limited edition Microsoft Windows 7 shirt, courtesy of Ng Khai
• An orange Mozilla baller band, courtesy of Mozilla.org
• A Mozilla Firefox pin, courtesy of Mozilla.org
• A roll of Mozilla stickers, courtesy of Drake (check out his blog, wazupdrake )
• A new notepad, courtesy of Nokia
• An original DVD copy of Passionata, courtesy of the organizers
• An original CD of Classical Visayan music, courtesy of the organizers
• Free lunch, rather, two free lunches, courtesy of Jolibee
• Krispy Kreme donuts!

..and many more, would you believe? I loved the event, because honestly, who wouldn't?


(more side notes)
If you were following this blog for the past few weeks and noticed that I didn't have any new posts except the one required by the CBC organizers, I apologize. I was going through a tough time, with confusions popping up here and there. That was mainly the cause of my decision to forego blogging until after CBC 2010, after I cleared up a few things with regards to my relationships to some people, among other things. But here I am, and I'll be back to posting regularly as the days wear on and as school season looms over the horizon. Hope this long post made up for the absence. I'll be more than glad to catch up on you guys, so please leave a comment if you would. Thanks!


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i couldn't take my eyes off you.

Here We Go! Cebu Blog Camp 2010

-Blogging, Expressions and Opportunities-

May 22, 2010 is going to be a big day for a lot of people. Different events are going to be held simultaneously, in different places in and around the country. Whether this be a formal suit-required event or a get-together island hopping day, we all are surely going to be engrossed in the activities wherever we may be.

For a lot of these people, this Saturday WILL be a big day. With the theme set at "Blogging, Expressions and Opportunities", the first ever Cebu Blog Camp 2010 is going to be held at the CAP Art Center, right in the heart of the Queen City of the South. It's going to be a venue not only for meeting fellow bloggers offline, but also present the chance to boost each other's passion for blogging online.

People really get excited by a big event such as this - and you can't spare me from that. I'm way excited as hell too.

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One Used-Up Story

I hate making hasty generalizations. I hate having to conclude on something I don't have the full facts about. And I hate this predicament I'm in right now. Seriously.

There are just some days when you can't seem to determine whether it was a generally good day, or just plain bad. Today might have qualified as such, simply because of the fact that I still can't seem to find the words to describe the feeling I got when one of my good friends told me a little story, a story that's got the possibility of determining a lot of things that I hoped for. Yes, this 'hope' issue isn't just a distant jest at a cigarette anymore - it's grown way past that. Only this time, I'm looking for a way - no, I'm pleading - that things won't turn out this way so suddenly. The possibilities are still at their endless array, but my confidence is dwindling away faster than the F1 cars racing in Spain right now. And yes, you know how fast those cars go.

I really want to put some sort of a realization, some sort of a message here. But it seems that words do escape me sometimes. But damn...I just wish they didn't. Not now.

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this gets harder everyday.

Just Beat It

No, this isn't referring to a dead man's song that was recently covered by John Mayer and a band whose name currently escapes me. If anything, no part of music and it's industry is being referred to the title at all. You see, for all that's happened for the past few days, there's one thing I've come to realize that I should have a long time ago - I'm beat.

What would you do when you look into a mirror and find yourself having eyebags as big as your eyes? For me, always being the fun-loving self that I am, I simply laughed and smiled at myself, thinking that "hey, how many people get to have something like this?" and proceeded to go on with what was supposed to be done. In truth, being a hibernating caveman can be fulfilling at times - there's a sense of family-oriented chivalry that gets satisfied with being one. And besides, I owe them this time after having been so far away from them, both physically and figuratively, for the past year that I was attending to other matters, both in school and outside of it. Heck, it can even lead to an addiction and a sense of longing once you find yourself not tending to the daily chores around the house and helping out with the store everytime nobody else can. It truly can be something I'm used to, and this time I ain't complaining. It's been a really productive break so far, and with all I'm seeing, I feel it will only get better.

As for my self though, I remember chatting with a friend of mine just recently that it's hard to feel burned out when you do something you enjoy doing, regardless of how much effort and time you've put into it. Which is quite true for a lot of reasons, both scientifically and philosophically. Maybe it has to deal more with emotion rather than the universe of thought itself, but don't you find it a bit great when you do something you think is enjoyable, and as time passes by without any notice, you end up feeling tired but deep inside you know you're happy. It's a feeling I'm sure most of you have felt at least once in your life, especially when you've gone through the adventurous stage of secondary school - it's one of those special emotions that you wish you could have at least once every day of your life. It's a stage of fulfillment, of emotion, of positivity. Something that you can really feel, something you know is real. And this time, you don't have to make anyone else feel it for you - because in this world, words aren't needed in the emotions of genuine feeling.

You always seem to love the things that make you smile. Some have even learned to just smile and be passively rewarded by it. For others, their smiles are hiding deep behind their grim faces and fiery tempers. You see, it's not rare to see people in masks. The issue of genuity may have already come to the point that even we can't agree upon a universal meaning for that word. The huge amount of people has easily lead to a problem that's quite ironic. You're supposed to better your chances of finding genuine people the greater the population, but in the case of our world, it's different. It's actually quite the opposite, and it's led to something that's beginning to go out of control. We surely don't want to wait until that becomes the world standard, but unless we all put down our masks and put people into our trust-list, our world will eventually destroy itself in deception and self-interest.

As with everything though, there will always be something positive to look forward to. Whether it be as big as the National Elections in a few days, or as trivial as finding out your shampoo container was already empty three minutes into your shower, the truth remains that the world will always go according to how you want it to. But the secret to this is simple - there is no secret, and there shouldn't be any kept. Be real. Be genuine. And slowly, people will come to appreciate that. Eventually, people will do the same.

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wishing i could sit beside you on a bus.

Nerd in the Pink

There was a time in my life where I used to think there wasn't any difference between geeks and nerds. This thought didn't last long though, as I figured that they're two deep words that stand for even deeper representations. As you may have assumed, geeks and nerds are the ones who are cast as social misfits - those that can't seem to blend into the society well enough to be accepted by it. And it is also because of this reason that perhaps, only they have the chance of pushing past the bandwagon of society and into something only a few could experience.

There seems to be an irony in life that seems to keep on popping up every now and then. More often than not, the story goes like this - Person # (let's try using special characters this time, alphanumeric can get boring) starts off with a normal life, with normal routines, and normal, all-part-of-life experiences. Then something happens. It may be  thought, or a realization only a few have had. # then decides to pursue a certain ideal wherein he's confident that it'll have a great outcome. But because of that simple act of pursuing that thought, he gets perceived differently by society. As time goes by, he doesn't go back against his initial decision, but so does societal perception. To give labels is one way of the general mass to be able to easily identify something and comprehend what it stands for - in this case, # gets labeled as an outcast. Call it a geek, a nerd, a lone wolf, or a hero, but the truth remains that he has put himself on a level that's not the usual.

You might be wondering why I've put those last four nouns in the same category, as they seem to be a bit off of each other. The reason for that is simply because they have a common characteristic - they all chose a different path than what more than 95% of their society went with. In a figurative world, they'd be the ones that chose to becomes leaders of their own destinies and masters of their own fates. Though this may sound real cliche, the fact still remains that it is undeniable - the people who fit in that category are the few who had the initiative to stand out, the few who said to themselves "I want better." 

To everyone who read this post until this part, please allow yourselves some time for me. Do take some time off, and see for yourself that geeks and nerds aren't low-class people. See for yourself that lone wolves are just misunderstood, and that yes, they do need people too. See for yourselves that a hero, though hailed quite positively, started out as just "one of us", but eventually took a different path.

You see, it's always a good feeling to be able to have society accept you into their fold. But maybe, just maybe, being different would be even better.

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life....should get a life.

Metaphysical Gravity

Science was never the type to delve into things outside the realm of the five basic human senses. Except for a part of The Lost Symbol where Noetic Science was tackled to a point, science never gives any mind to matters of the soul, matters of thought, and matters of the heart. So why then can those two words written in the title bar of this post coexist, yet alone be put side by side and still contain some meaning? I won't say there's a clear-cut answer to that - however, it never hurts to try.

I do not claim to know anything about Noetic Science - the best part I know about it is when I tried opening it's Wikipedia page, and after reading the first few lines I accidentally pushed the Ctrl button while I was pressing the 'W' key (fyi, that accident was done on purpose). So there, don't expect me to blab about things too geeky to be cool and too nerdy to be anything academic. The reason why I am trying to fuse a philosophical adjective to a scientific subject matter would be simple - as you might have known me, I always love the duality of things.

Doesn't it always occur to you that somehow, the better things in life are never given? And when you choose to lay back and let everything else do whatever it wants, there's a fifty-fifty chance of getting a positive or a negative outcome? I'm not saying that you should get a job that you'd have a hard time at in order for you to get what you want - even that aspect is two-sided, because the best jobs are those you will enjoy doing while not minding whatever stress it may give you.

Now let's delve into the gravitational aspect of things. While it is a fact that here on earth, gravity brings us together. And while being together with someone, especially someone special to you, might take you places where only birds could fly to, we can never deny the fact that gravity is also the main reason why people get tired after walking up a long staircase. You see, gravity has this way of pulling us down simply because the earth, with it's huge mass, attracts us to it, and not because on a horizontal scale we are falling into the depths of nothingness.

How about the metaphysical aspect of things? Would you believe that there is a connection between that supposed attraction of physical mass and the mere thoughts of people and how they perceive things? I wish I knew the real answers to those questions, because it seems all we have will be just speculations. Perhaps in death, we'd get a free pass to have knowledge on every little thing that life is. Or perhaps in death, we'd get nothing, nothing at all. Yet, by having this knowledge, it will hopefully allow us not to be depressed at how things in this life go, but rather give us an appreciation that indeed, there is more to life than the realm of our five senses.

It's always been great to have some advantages at your disposal - having the freedom to do whatever you want with it will never get boring. However, as I realized today, there are some things that seem to be out-of-place, some constant itchy feeling that something is missing. Chances are big that indeed, I miss someone. We never know though - this might just be an adolescent kid speaking.

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holding back is never an option.

False Cigarettes

Just to make things clear, let me point something out - I don't smoke.

If you were thinking that the title above was a distant jest at trying to point out the concept of false 'hopes', then remind me to congratulate you next time we meet. You are right, it is my way of trying to hide what this post stands for - or rather, for what it doesn't.

The past few months where I have been breathing oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide are - at best - a blur. Things have come and gone so fast you'd think a superhero with a red suit and little yellow wings attached to his head was around and alive. For all that my life was a few months back, you wouldn't be able to believe I was like that if we got acquainted just a few days ago. Events, happenings, times, moments, activities, works, decisions - put them all together into one cramped box and label them 'the past few months of my life', because that's how it's been. Except for the fact that I still go by the name given to me one stormy day, everything else has been touched in one way or another.

A few years back, there was this one line that I could never forget, and it is that same line that's running through my thoughts as I maul the keyboard with what's left of my fingertips. "In everything you do, you either win, or you learn" - yes, that's right. You never lose. You never did, and you never will. In a way, all that it is, is just a matter of perspective on your side. How you approach something will more often than not be the deciding factor of how you will come out of it. Having pointed this out, I hope you would have come to realize that indeed, things can go as positive as much as you want it to be, or as opposite as you do. There are just some times that one similar happening can happen to two different individuals - yet one can see it as a blessing, and the other as the worst thing that could have happened.

You might say that I am once again exploring the bowels of duality - (I might be) - yet we don't have to dwell on that aspect in order to fully comprehend things we see everyday. Come to think of it, the term of "false hopes" can even be considered a great irony - the first word being something deceptive and negative, and the second being a word and symbol of all the good that has come and will continue to come. The reason I am pointing this out because for the past few months, there was an aspect that I was confused at. I wanted to believe in something so hopeful, yet at the same time I didn't want to be disappointed in the end. As it turned out, I decided to stay on the safe side of that thought, of that concept, of that hope. Today, I will be giving myself a tap on the back, for it seems that this time - I chose well.

I could be named a fool for ever believing in the hope that something so great like that could happen to me in such sort a time. It doesn't matter though - this ain't a first.

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the best way to change your past is to look at it differently.

Delayed Flights

Looking out the window, I begin to see the little rays of sunlight making their way through the gaps between the cottoncandy-like clouds. It's way too early to wake up on this side of town, yet here I am jotting down keystroke after keystroke, barely noticing the birds chirp away and bask in their morning sunshine's glory. These sights are all too-familiar - this is what always happens on the mornings of my days. And it has been so for the past few weeks  already, yet everyday that passes brings with it a fresh, new sense of awe and wonder. You see, lately I've come to realize this one cliche that seems to never go away - that indeed, life is the only gift freely given.

Routines always have this two-sided dimension accorded to them. One, being that they allow you to run on auto-pilot for most of the time you're following that line. It's a kind of a floating feeling where you might be just going with the flow, yet you know that this certain flow is leading you somewhere good, maybe even great. It could be that this progress of yours would eventually become one of the finer things you've ever done, yet you only realized you did after it all - little things that add up and become greater than the sum of its parts put together. This is actually a good thing to have - similar to gaining a passive source of income, it brings with you a sense of security that security agencies never could. Security of thought, my friend.

The other side of the story isn't that much of a negative than it is a challenge - that in routines, chances are small that new and interesting things happen to you. Following one allows you to bask in some care-and-worry-free moments, yet personally this has an unusual way of unnerving me. Some people just have that tendency to look for action, to look for more new things, to do things not done before. And I happen to belong to the extreme of that supposed group. Like a hungry animal spotting his first meal in days, I'm positioned to always be ready to pounce once the opportunity presents itself - and even that show of relation is an understatement. You could say the point is moot though, and I might agree. Everyday is a routine, and you could choose whatever routine you would want to follow. Heck, you could even follow a routine of trying out new things. Be creative.

Now that I did get to mention security a while back though, there's always this thought that keeps popping up so much that I believe it wants to get mentioned in this post. What is meant by that line is that sense of security that allows us to carry on through unexpected delays and perhaps even lost time. Though there will almost always be never a situation for lost time - everything can happen anywhere, and lost time can allow us to do that. But the general tendency for people is that once something you expect to happen at a certain point in time didn't, and you learn that it's been delayed, you get nervous feelings of worry and maybe even angst and desperation. Human nature has this way of letting you feel you should already have that thing you expected, and yet more time still has to be undergone for it to be fully realized. It's generally not a good feeling to have. Yet, this is where a sense of security come in - once you have that, you don't give the delay much thought, except knowing that it will eventually come. And when it does, the feeling of finally getting it might even be more fulfilling than having had it the first time you expected it to come.

As with most of the things in life, time can be a game. The ways and means that go with how you utilize what you have will be crucial in gaining the upper hand in any situation. Trust me, this isn't a rant on proper time management. Think of this as more of a thought-based approach to handling time matters. For in everything that happens, for in everything that should have happened, and for in everything that will happen, time is that universal director that brings it all together and produces a wonderful play of things - and our actions and thoughts are the actors in this movie shoot. No matter what happens though, what we aim for will, what we aspire for, what we want, will eventually come - in time.

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for the win.

Lost Inspiration

So what do you do when this happens to you?

Come to think of it, the title of this post has been the general theme for the past few days. You see, going online for an ungodly number of hours per day has it's benefits - and this particular benefit I mean is that geographical communication borders are broken down greatly. It kinda reminds of the that old concept of a global New World Order, albeit this is more of a technology-themed version. Today, you get to communicate with just about anyone from anywhere, whether they be connected to cyberspace through your local internet cafe or from half way around the world, the setting would be the same - all of you are sitting down on some couch or some propped up chair, looking at a LCD with your hands positioned right in front of you.

When you spend time on forums and social networking sites, chances are high that you get to meet people with similar interests as you - trust me, the internet has a weird but cool way of letting that happen. Most especially when you guys go online at similar times, days go by and the mandatory pop-up chatbox with matching sounds becomes almost expected. It's these little trivial things that would be enough for anyone to keep on doing what he/she has started - for people who think like I do, you can never have too much connections in cyberspace. Of course, that wouldn't be a need if Google was your name, but that's beside the point. The thing is, there's always a benefit when you establish connections online - driving traffic, forum discussions, link sharing, back-linking, portfolio viewing, widgets, etc - you name it, you can have it.

The 'however' part of my story is this though - we can never deny that behind that geeky username and cropped thumbnail image, there's a human being with more than a decade's deep worth of stories to tell. And maybe even more. You see, when you do small talk online, there are tendencies for the conversation to go to a more personal direction. Which isn't really a bad thing - come to think of it, talking to an online persona has the advantage of knowing you won't get any negative feedback to those you share it with. 'Coz chances are, you won't even get to personally meet them at all. With that security, these 'people' then share some of their stories with you. Hell, I don't even know if any part of it were true at all - but if they were, then they'd make a good story for a blockbuster drama movie. Setting up the characters well, boy meets girl, getting deeper into each other, conflict arouses the subjects, crossroads, and the eventual ending - whether they be good or bad. It's these stories that some people never tire of - and there are those stories that just never progress in this line. One subject never gives in to the other, and though they both want to, the risk is not seen as something worth taking. So they wait and float in each other's thought, barely hanging to the concept of being happy with each other, though not doing anything at all to make that happen. This, then, is a cause for lost inspiration.

There are times in your life where you target something - something that keeps you going, something that keeps you afloat, or something that allows to be alive, even for the most meager of reasons. Some people call it a reason - others see it as hope. Others even see it as a great driving force for their everyday routines. For some though, they call it an inspiration. It's that little thing that seems to always to do two things to a person upon sight - one, that their inner selves give off a big smile because of the feeling they get from seeing that inspiration, and two, it allows them to do better. Magis, as how we used to call it in our highschool. Growth, as how business people see it. Optimization, as how computer scientists view it. No matter the term, more often than not there will always be that 'thing' that has inspired you and will continue to - even if the reason for the start of it being an inspiration has already disappeared.

As I carry on this day-to-day charade of the hibernating caveman, I realized that there are some things that need some time to be realized. Feelings can also be a dual-edged sword as well - as much as it can give you bliss in the most pleasurable of moments, it can also be the small, sharp pin needed to blow up a balloon bigger than yourself. You see, in a world ruled by duality, nothing is exempted. Not even immaterial feelings.

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keep fighting me. i'll miss it once it's gone.

This Sucks

It does.

So here I am, tending our store in earnest. For the past few days, this spot has been my office slash getaway. It is here I do my projects, read electronic books, get involved in forums, and check up on new stuff around cyberspace. Not to mention the other daily routine of checking my mail and listening to my playlist in iTunes (which most of the songs there don't come from my personal downloads). Plus, this spot gives me the chance to take advantage of the lull moments of the day and get to focus on my work. This, then, serves a double purpose - because as much as being the only person tending the store for more than the usual number of working hours in a day is boring, it also allows me to devote more time to working and finishing projects and ideas.

It is a personal fault of mine that I have not been able to update this blog as much as I wanted to. You see, priorities have to be set in order for things to go smoothly, and lately I was given a big assignment that I hopefully will be able to finish soon. It gives a big bonus, plus it can give this great friend of mine, Nico, get involved as well. Speaking of him, I would like to devote this one line in this paragraph to him and give him a shout out:"thanks!" for coming over yesterday. Your presence assured me that there is still a society I will be going back to soon enough.

Going back on that assignment, there are going to be new things that will be implemented, mainly the reason for the added incentive. It's not something I'm totally a complete idiot at, but it will take some time to review, master, and implement.

Now here's the catch - I haven't had good sleep in a few days as well. At times, this concoction called Coke would be the only thing that's keeping me awake. That means that as much as I try to be aware that I am sensitive to even little trivial things, there will be times when these little things can cause my temper to overheat. I admit that I might have already mustered some resolve to keep emotions to myself - I have already been practicing it for quite a few years now. However, my status right now isn't something I want to stay in. What I just need is some rest, but as it turns out my schedule won't allow me. And besides, the stubborn side of me doesn't want to let up until everything gets exhausted to almost nothing.

Do not get me wrong though - I am enjoying what I'm doing. Even the most little of consolations in doing this would be reaping me great rewards. So as it goes, the only way to refine gold is through the fire. I just hope that I don't stay in the furnace for too long and eventually evaporate into the atmosphere (though that would be cool to do, right?). Seriously, this blog of mine has recently been of great help, because when you're playing the role of the hibernating caveman, you'd do anything just to remain sane. And part of the requirements of being sane would be some medium to let out all the emotions of a 19-year old kid.

So here I am, going on one of my rants once again. I don't expect you, my friend, to get anything productive out of this, though I still hope you would. I know I did.

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Yes, I admit it - I miss you. Damn.

Burning This Night Away

A couple of years ago, I assumed that this certain "thing" would just pass. You know, just one of those trivial things you did when you were young and you thought the world wasn't big enough for you to conquer. Or even similar to the things you'd tell yourself when you're in the mid-life stage, and you look back to those things that made up for one colorful youth. But hell, I was dead wrong.

I can't really remember the last time I did a post on this blog, but I would just like to make one thing clear - our internet connection wasn't shitty, and neither was our electrical system. You see, the truth is that for a summer break, it has become an irony that I need more than twenty-four hours a day just to satisfy myself with the things I'm doing. And the greater irony here would be that I'm actually enjoying myself. Despite the all-nighters, all the hibernation, and all the eye cells that have lost half their supposed lifespan because I never rest them, I actually am loving this thing I'm doing.

So you might ask what is it I'm rambling about, something I might have intrigued you with because I've been giving our superlatives without really mentioning any subject matter. And it is here I shall disappoint you if you were expecting me to share it out in the open. However, it would be shame to totally deprive you of knowing it, and because I like sharing to people, a clue would be enough information for now. Yes, that would mean that I'd divulge whatever addiction I have soon, just not right now. So here's the clue - the letter W.

So much for a build-up, right? ;p

Other things aside, these last few days have been real cool for me. First and foremost, I realized that I could still go on with my plan of opening senior year with long, uncut hair and even more unkempt facial hair. Yes, I shall literally take this whole "hibernating caveman" charade of mine, and the results that it will give still escape me. You see, this became possible when I chose to have a home-based OJT instead of going for the six-month contract of Alliance. It was a real bummer at first, but then I realized that going for the medical website would be better suited for long term planning. Plus, I get to help my mom in the store too, so that makes it even better.

On a personal note though, there are a few people I'll be missing (and one I already am). There's this one friend that's going back to Manila in a few days, and she won't be back until December. What makes it a bit harder to fathom is that we were supposed to meet up two days ago, but due to unplanned circumstances we weren't able to do so. So yeah, it'll be nine months until we can see each other personally again. Wishing you all the best bp! :)

To the information of everyone, the earliest day I shall get out of this house will be on May 18, and that would be because we need to pass a requirement for our summer practicum. Until then, I will be at home playing my role as the hibernating caveman and devoid myself of social responsibilities for a while. This should be fun.

Yes, I will miss a few people. But despite that longing, it seems it will all be for the better. I guess I need this time too.

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i just long to see you right now.