SEE YOU IN HELL :)

Woke up late again today; I should start developing a good sleeping time habit to get my body on the early bird cycle. I notice that when in times like this happens my day seems to shorten and I feel like I have wasted another HP (Health Points) in bed. The reason I was still awake up until 3 AM was because of another HP. Harry Potter.

                I have noticed that movies or films, even books that are added to the list of my favourites have some kind of similarity to my life through the characters, or the storyline.  If you have just been born today (and somehow manage to grow intellectually fast) and don’t know the story of Harry Potter…well, too bad.

                In the first instalment of the movie/book Harry have discovered about his peculiarity from his adopted family. He found out that he is a wizard. Of course, his family were very heated about this and were furiously hiding things from him including his admission to the famous school for wizards, Hogwarts. It again reminded me of my transition from being a ‘hard-core’ Christian to my being an atheist.

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(I have some earlier drafts retelling my journey but I haven’t had the time to finish it until now.)

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                Before I wrote this piece, I was browsing my blog post if I have some articles written when I was still ‘on-fire’ that I could reference. I still don’t know if there are some articles floating out there in the interweb but I failed on this part. It was supposed to be a milestone in which I could estimate chronologically my progress; it’s still very hazy on when I have exactly concluded my stand.

                Nine or eight years ago, I remembered the second time (the first time was when I was still young; can’t remember any details) I was ever in a church that is not under the Vatican. It was not so different from the Sunday mornings I have grown-up with, except for the part where almost all, if not all, knew everyone because of the smaller size of the congregation. And because of this small number, sometimes the service would start late because our Pastor would have to wait for the number to grow a bit. But the usual happens; people come-in, sit, listens, stands, sing hymns, then leave after the service. But the key difference between this one and the traditional is the sense of being in a new community, or school, if that makes it more familiar to the senses. It was like transferring to a new school in the middle of the term where I am the only one who doesn’t know anybody, except for my best friend who have invited me to be there. Because in the traditional Catholic Church scenario, even when I visit other churches, all the people including the priest would not care who you are.

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                Growing up, I was already inquisitive with every new thing, or odd thing, that I have a chance to encounter. One of it is philosophy and religion. In a nutshell, I was a sheltered, almost spoiled, brat with a diehard, stick-it-to-the-bone, Catholic mother and the usual conservative father when it comes to his religion. I became an Altar Boy or Sakristan at a young age. I also used to memorize everything about the rosary to my mom’s delight, including the Mysteries of the Rosary and the Litany. Throughout my high school years, when I was not being an asshole to my teachers, I was developing a need for spirituality, or holiness or maybe closer to the meaning to Mysticism. At my senior year I was encourage to take an exam to be a seminarian and passed but was too lazy to follow up.

                I was already distancing myself away from the Catholic Church when I entered college. I am not trying to offend anyone but the reasons that I wanted to get-out of the Catholic faith may have to do with everything about the Catholic faith. Except for art, Catholic’s history – one word, Bastards! When you learn about the Dark Ages, Inquisition, Genocide, etc. there’s no other word for it. Except of course EVIL –, Catholics teachings about the faith and actions –which is questionable to me even before I went to a different church, in part maybe because of Rizal’s work –, and the very obvious greed! In short, why would I ally myself with something that looks and sounds like the Death Star and Darth Vader from Star Wars?

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                 Emotions were running high and the other side of my brain is trying to fight back what the other side has concluded to my problem. I was already a member of a Baptist Church for about 4 years that I really cared and love. I have become very active in my duties as a member; proselytizing to people I met, and even going house to house in our area for a chance to evangelize. I have also become one of the Youth leaders, and my greatest achievement or Calling was the opportunity to handle the Music Ministry, I was appointed the Director and Conductor of the Church Choir (I so missed this part and most of all the choir members!)

                Also, the cheesy part, I have fallen in love with my girlfriend from the same church. If you don’t know what this means, you’ve got to go out more. Some churches and parents have a very strict teaching about having relationships with someone outside of their religion. My church was not that strict, but it’s there.
                So, what do I do? The answer was easy. My brain wins all the time. Acting out of it is the hard part. I have two choices: One) Let it pass, Act like just anyone. They won’t notice; Two) Say what you really think and risk losing the love of your life. I chose Choice Number Two. Why? We have been together for a long time that I might have already a clue on what her answer would be. Yey! Risk management 101.

So what do you think someone like me who is very stalwart/stoic on my ideals, principles and, I should say lest someone accuse me of the contrary, very sure about my faith; no one could and should question my faith. No one could read my mind or my "heart". But everyone  wants to play God so to hell with that. The answer is what lead me to be converted at the first place. Love of learning, understanding, sound reasoning and skeptisism. Now I don't want to sound arrogant and be Mr. Everything-Nice, but that is what it takes for someone, like me who have been taught to believe in a supernatural being even to the time when I wasn't even fully aware of my surroundings, to escape and have a freedom to think and to choose.

I should also thank my crash course/seminar on Hermeneutics and Homilitics for making me understand more about The Bible. So I guess Penn and Teller was right when they said that the potent method to gain more Atheists or Agnostics would be to let people read and understand the Bible (from their show Bullshit).

Finally, to anyone out there who is having thoughs and/or doubts about your faith, there are a lot of support groups and organization out there and in the interwebs who could help you. From my experience, this is all true, I thought I was the ONLY Filipino in the Philippines who is an Atheist! I really have no idea about that the Philippine scene when it comes to those who does not want to belong to a sect. At first I tried looking at the American web sites for Atheist and Agnostics. Luckily I searched more and found out about FF (Filipino Freethinkers) and PATAS (Philippine Atheist and Agnostics Society).

The first time I went to a gathering of FF was during their Anniversary held at Techno Hub. It might not be a pure Atheist and Agnostics group, but they stand for what I think is important for the current Filipino society and to any individual: rational thinking, open mindedness and scepticism. I almost cried after I left the event. “I WAS NOT ALONE.”

Please Don’t Forget To Be Happy!

FILIPINO'S IMMUNITY TO SHIT!

As no one has ever noticed, I didn’t right any new blogs for two days. The reason being is that I was contemplating…how lazy I was. But now I have a conclusion! I am only lazy for two days!! Bwahaha!

 

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        There are thousands of sins/stupidity/arrogance/evil actions those politicians do every day and every minute that I would ever know. But what do we do if something as almost as insignificant (what they want us to think of) as copying somebody else’s work? There are more actions that was done in secret that would shatter and devastate us if we ever know, but what do we do if and when we encounter something that we teach the younger generation not to do? Must we ignore a minor wrongdoing just because there are more ‘important’ things to consider? 

I guess I must share something that my Mama and most of the adults and teachers I have encountered told me when I do some ‘naughty’ things: ADMIT THAT YOU ARE WRONG, AND THEN ASK FOR AN APOLOGY. Yes, I am sharing this to you Senator Sotto and to his cohorts. And while you’re at it, maybe you could omit/skip the part where you are being bitter and arrogant that the one you plagiarize…no I guess I don’t need to be so light; When you ask for an apology for STEALING, Just say it! More than that, makes your apology a big bullshit! And no, there is a difference when you COPY something like one of you said about our constitution and our brand of Democracy and ideals and thoughts and JUST PLAIN STEALING! When you steal something, you NEVER ACKNOWLEGE and LIE about where you got that something. SORRY FOR BEING JUST A MOTHERFUCKING BLOGGER!!!

Tsk tsk…when you are caught red handed…any denials you make is futile.

There are a lot of things the Filipino people have to endure when dealing with our own government. But what do we do with it? Shouldn’t we, the Filipinos, do something about it?

One of my personal experiences is with the Bureau of Immigration at the NAIA 2. First let us lay down a Truth statement that cannot be argued: Freedom to Travel. Except for some exceptions to the Right to Travel like: 1) Unaccompanied minors, 2) A Hold Departure Order, 3) A Watch List Order, etc. and other stuff that must be provided by OFWs and Government Officials on official duty. In short, according to our constitution, it shall not be impaired except in the interest of security, public safety or public health. Ok, I won’t argue with that but here is my scenario: I have all the legal documents, passport, a round-trip ticket, an affidavit of support or invitation letter. Why did it take me at least 15 minutes to clear the immigration officer’s ridiculous questions?

“Do you have a job?” <- maybe a reasonable question. Some friends I have asked said that you must HAVE a job because the immigration officer might think that you are just applying for a job and not just a tourist. Well…the FUCK?! First, immigration officers are not MANGHUHULA (fortune-teller/a mind reader) to know that I would be looking for a job. And even though they might think that somebody is just going to find a job overseas directly, THAT SOMEBODY’S RIGHT IS GREATER THAN SOMEBODY’S OPINION. Live with it! Find better evidence than your CRYSTAL BALL.

I replied, “I am a blogger.” <-might not be a typical job, but it’s as real as being a journalist or a novelist. I am not just paid well. Or not at all. But I still put effort into it. Like a job. Except I am also my boss. And no money.

She then said, “Blogger? There is no money in that, right? How do you get money? It’s not a job” <- I raised my right eyebrow 2 cm higher. I was pissed off at that offending statement. I could have said if it wasn’t for my self-control or general pussyness, “Excuuuuse me?!” While bobbing my head side to side and showing my index finger, “I AM FUCKING RICH BITCH! I DON’T NEED “A” JOB!” I just went on to explain about advertisements and ad-sense thingy. What the fuck do they care how I get my money? Hello! They don’t work for Commission on Audit or BIR. 

Even if someone has to lie just to get out of “interrogation”, 100% of the time, those people who do find work abroad, they are the ones that helps the economy of the country rise through their remittances! And seriously speaking, for those FILIPINOS who manage to get a job directly would go to POEA stationed on that foreign country to be registered as OFW and not the other way around. Would you trouble yourself of being a victim of racketeering from agencies, or hanging to false hope while you could certainly do something better and faster if you do it yourself? Or being maltreated or being serviced so poorly by the lazy bunch from the Philippine Government who in reality could deliver a much better/faster service for the people who gives JUICE to the economy but presently having a mentality of being the MASTER of the SLAVE applicants, who goes to work and do the job on their own terms!

I am not belittling all, those people from POEA government who does their job well compared to some of their co-employees, who sympathize and share the burden of going back and forth from our country, or to those honest agencies who really do care about the workers they sent and not just to profit much. For you ideal citizens and public servants of our beloved COUNTRY, I SALUTE YOU!!

And now thinking about those Lazy Bunches…may I offer a suggestion? Get rid of the rotten tomatoes before it spreads to the good ones.

Now to give you people something to think about. Now that I am here in a foreign country where there are legal ways to get a job, to help my family and my country, would I go back to feel being freely shitted upon by those people who SHOULD BE helping ME get a job?

Please Don’t Forget To Be Happy! - and FUCK YOU for those who doesn't want me to (I don't knwo why but I'm so angry just remembering that experience!)

p.s. I would like to site my reference - My Brain (TM) (C) and the web site of Bureau of Immigration of the Philippines.

EMPTY FRUSTRATION

“One step at a time, that’s how it’s gonna be from now on…”

I know that at this time I should stick to what I have and what I am capable of doing. But the unsatisfied, super-critical part of my brain would not budge and let me enjoy the little things that I have so-far achieved. That leads to me being frustrated at something that shouldn’t frustrate me from the start. Although, I guess that part of me is somehow helping me to move and discover something that I thought I have lost; being DETERMINED and also learning to FOCUS on a goal.

          But now I have to learn to BREATH and let some things pass because it leads to stress that would not help me and would lead to a deterioration of mental fortitude and health.

          Now while we are on the subject, what would you do if someone doesn’t believe you? And on top of that, what if it is your fault?

          Now that would make things a little bit harder than what was expected wouldn’t it? Oh! How I wish that I could erase some things that I have done. One of the things that would be the first on my list is being idle on doing my blogs.

          ERMAHGARD! I am so disappointed that I have forgotten some things that I should write. Also, I am a little bit of practicing caution on what goes on in this blog, though I would much like to enter everything and anything that floats my boat, I am still a novice on how to pen my thought that if I continue I might end up writing something that I don’t mean, or use phrases that would not be interpreted properly. In a nutshell, I would like to write about the status of my stay here in Singapore with my brother; on what I want to happen going forward. But tomorrow, I would be retelling my experience with the Philippine Immigration!

Till then…

Please Don’t Forget To Be Happy!

WHO'S GONNA RULE THE WORLD?

And the whole world goes wild! From the four corners of the world, the people of different kinds make the biggest human-hand-wave! EVER!

          And that is how I imagine myself before every major decision, action or pursuit. Once after I graduated from college, and then when I decided to join a college choir, and when I once formed a band and when I headed a church choir; I always believe that I am the missing piece, the initiator, the key, the fire, and other adjectives that ignites the passion in every person that becomes my boss or colleagues. But I choke when I am under pressure. I realized that I couldn’t sing well or could not reach some keys when someone is listening or is evaluating me. Ironic huh? There are more reasons why my greatness is greatly ignored. But one thing for sure that separates my from those with narcissistic attitude like mine, I don’t act what I could not deliver. I have this penchant for surprising people around me. Most of the time, I wanted people to think less of me, until such time that when I do something, it would blow in their face! An awe-inspiring move that makes them speechless. I guess that attitude of mine was formed when I was still very young. I hate to disappoint a person; that is why I never liked it when someone is expecting so much from me. So maybe, unconsciously (I guess), I do some things with a little, or less energy than what I could deliver. So, I agree, you could conclude that I am someone who isn’t one of those people who makes it to Employee of the Month board.

          One of the things I have analyzed looking from my past (because I am THAT smart – to my narcissistic mind, I know how to retrospect. So objective and critical about myself, I don’t even know now if I am the same person who is critiquing me or if I am possessed by a spirit who hates me and everything that happened to me and everyone around me), I think my attitude has something to do with my basic education. I think that I am SO smart I should have been accelerated, but because of the slow, unappreciative, unknowledgeable administrators of the basic education, they could not see the genius in-front of them! Even if it was so close that it would bite their bum, they could not even tell! So the story goes: I have stopped being someone who shines in their dark world of being the adult and who-knows-better. The lessons, as I remembered it (I couldn’t tell if it really happened or if it was just a dream – the narcissist in me), was so easy that I only listened half of the time. In my over-clocked brain the problems can be solved by common sense. I could not understand some of my peers who could not understood some lessons when it was THAT easy. And no, I have never ever treated them, my peers, as slow learners; it’s just that I was uber smart! And the inevitable happened. My little brain became super relaxed that it became soggy. It was built and designed to be used and abused, but now, it sits rusted between my eyes. And I think it is shrinking even at this moment, until such time that there would be nothing left I could be considered...wait for it...NORMAL! There, I said it! A word I could not use to describe me before that I would VOMIT whenever I hear it! Normal?! Yuck!

Disclaimer: Everything that was written on top is pure fiction and a joke to humanity. If I have offended anyone, don’t be, or you’re stupid.

          So I guess there is nothing left more to say but I am NOW going to be as hardworking as anybody else who vies to become an Employee of the Month. *sigh

          BUT!!!!!!

          I still believe that someday, my chance to reclaim my magnificence and to take a shot of ruling the world would come. VERY SOON!!! BWAHAHAHAAH! JUST YOU WAIT EARTH!!!!!

“And the crowd goes wild as the Emperor of the New World Order makes his appearance!”

And as the King Emminific makes his way towards the throne, flowers and grasses of different kinds sprouted from the very place of his foot left the earth. All kinds of birds and beast of the land (the animals from the sea also wanted to be here to witness the magnificent event, but they died two meters from the shore. “It was a mass suicide!” As one of the witnesses said) gathered to give their praise...

Bwahahahaha!!!!

Please Don’t Forget To Be Happy!

ZOMBIES ARE COMING!!!!!

“Zombies are here! And authorities from different parts of the world and also stated by the WHO and the UN it seems that the spread of this mutations are far greater in scope and speed and seems unstoppable. Only time would tell what would happen to the humankind. This I think would be my final broadcast, and goodbye!” said the news reporter.

“Finally...” I said out loud. 

Although this was not what I imagined on what would happen if it did come true. There were frantic calls from friends and families. On most of the channels on T.V., particularly the news, images and videos were being sent by hundreds of civilians using their phone; Images of chaos and death. It was sad, but eventually I know and most of the ‘netizens’ knew that it would be like this. We know that evolution has taken place because of natural selection and adaptation of the species. But accidentally, nature has created humans who don’t want to follow nature’s course and decided to even take over it. Altering genes using chemicals, boosting our immune system using artificial method like vitamins and other forms of drugs that would somehow rid of the imperfections thrown by nature. Artificially, we stop the evolution process. There was no need for adaptation because instead of adapting, we bend nature itself by creating a perfect environment for ourselves.  But somehow, the world wouldn’t want that to happen. After immunizing ourselves from the common diseases and viruses that plague mankind for the longest time, viruses and bacteria mutated to be far more complex and powerful that scientists need to create better drugs. And so the never ending battle of who’s more powerful and potent begun. Until one day, it was the time for the inevitable. A virus mutated into something so powerful there was no time for humans to defend it...

That is how I imagine the ‘Zombie Apocalypse’ would happen. But of course, because I am the ‘BIDA’ of my story, I would be one of the few people who are immune to the airborne virus, except of course when I am bitten. I can’t remember when I became a fan of Zombie movies; I can’t seem to remember that I was a fan when I was really young. I never really liked scary or suspense type movies when I was a kid because, honestly, I didn’t enjoy them; half of the time of watching a ghost movie, I am behind a person or something would be covering my eyes. But that change when I watched I am Legend, starring Will Smith. I had a certain connection, not with the character but with the environment or the picture of the world that is desolate of the human species. I must confess, some part of me (maybe at most half), wanted a world without the humans. And NO! I know what you are thinking about me. You might say that I am a little bit psycho, or a sociopath who would pick-up a submachine gun and started murdering people from the street. Nope, that is not what I am trying to say, imply or would do in the future. With natural ‘bizarre’ disasters that are happening today and the evilness of some people, humankind would someday be wipe-out of the face of the planet without my help.

I am not an EMO type of guy, or even a loner, but sometimes when I am alone, I mastur – scratch that...I can’t help myself from imagining a world without humans, and the thought brings me some kind of peace and happiness. No Psycho. With the news of some stupid people that shits and mess-up my day, I wanted to get out of this planet.

*Note: Don’t talk about Zombies when you are on a job interview. It will decrease your chance of being hired. Trust me. *wink *sad face (stupid move...)

I wanted to write some more but...I am alone...so...hihihi...

A Final Note: All humans! For the mean time that we are not yet instinct, let us at least be civil to one another. There are many problems about our differences, whether in thought or in action, and with this differences conflict will arise. But through it all, let us use what we have the most and maybe our best asset, our mind. The rise and fall of all the past empires and also new super powers in our generation is the conclusion of the mind equation.

Please Don’t Forget To Be Happy!

My Childhood Restored!

Most of the time, I wished to be a hero...maybe...not. More of a person who has super special abilities. I dream to have telekinetic power. Until now, most of the time I wished to have some kind of ability that could make me break a wall or make objects like knives float that I could control.

I was born in a middle class family. My father was a seaman and my mom a housewife. Not much that anyone would call lavish but I would say made us live comfortably. So growing up, I was never exposed such things like fights on the streets that was shown on movies and news. It was during school days where I heard stories of gangs and fights from my schoolmates. In my mind during that time I was the protagonist of a dangerous, action-packed movie. Although I am not used to such things as bar fights and brawls, I know that I would able to defend myself from attacks of numerous opponents going at me at the same time. Every time I watch a movie by Bruce Lee or any of the Hollywood heroes, I felt good about myself. I would say, “If that happens to me, all my enemies would be licking my foot!” And I would believed that watching Karate Kid and Ninja Turtles I was able to absorb their skills of knowing when an enemy is behind me and learning to block their attacks at the same time. It’s the closest I have of joining and learning martial arts. Yeah...I know...absurd. But in my mind I was deadly! Friendly, but deadly!

Then snap back to reality. Oh there goes gravity...and my dignity...yeah...sad but true. And no, it’s not what you are thinking. I did not learn it the hard way. I was able to go home that evening, with nothing but a bruised ego and a ruined childhood. I was with a group of friends celebrating in a pool resort. Not much was happening except that we were having fun. Not disturbing anyone that would cause trouble because with us were kids we did bring for the occasion. But here comes the baddies. They were a group of about 20 to 30 men (not really, but they were more than the number of fingers that I have). Grown men who was there also to celebrate their victory at a basketball game. I don’t know much about what really triggered the event but there I was, standing shocked to see that one from the other camp landed the first punch. It was a frenzy of 5 to 6 men against 1 of our guy. I clinched my fist ready to transform into Masked Rider Black. But I didn’t do it. There were too many people who would see me. That, or the fact that the first thing that comes to my mind was to stop the fight because I was trained to do that. To those who do not know my background: I was a member and became a youth leader and a music/choir director of a church. There I learned how to forgive, care and give my other cheeks to my enemies. Oh! How I wished that I had become a Buddhist monk instead who knows martial arts! But there I was, diving between the assailants and to the guy who is already down. I received punches and kicks and was choked doing what my reprogrammed killer instincts was telling me. But to my somehow weird self-esteem, I was pleased of myself for never going down even once! After the foray, I never received any visible bruises on my face except for a bloody nose, which healed instantly after I expelled the blood from my nose. There I realized, I have the same ability as Wolverine. Childhood restored!

But, I couldn’t say I was very pleased with my actions, especially when we got to the police precinct. There the other camp was still very arrogant with their behavior. They still try to bully our group by staring at us menacingly or walk boastfully in front of the women with us. How I wished that I had also thrown a punch. I know that I could take a punch from them, might as well give some. It is better to give than to receive. Damn! Why didn’t I remember that!

Also, there was a news today of a video footage taken by the murderers when they killed a doctor in Bacolod. My heart really stopped at the intensity of their actions and the lack of conscience by the attackers. How could anyone do what they did without the guilt in their eyes! But I am not that naive. I know that there are a lot of heinous crimes being committed every single day.

Fear is what I am feeling right now. Fear of someone would randomly stab me in the streets. Fear that I would not look at anyone so innocently. Having a judgemental attitude to everyone I come in contact with, losing hope to humanity. But most of all fear that I might do something that I might regret. No matter what you call them, murderers, killers, etc. they are still a breathing, blood and flesh creatures. And they still could be killed. Sometimes at night when I remember these things, I have this fantasy of cutting piece by piece the fingers of these evil men. These uncivilized, barbaric, no use to society apes! I would try and look them in their eyes as I tore their skin from their flesh. I would love to hear them scream in agony as I break every bone in their body. As their faces were flashed on the TV monitor, I envisioned them being chained inside my room waiting, pleading to die!

This is not evil against evil. This is not eye for an eye or tooth for a tooth. This is justice to humanity. What these people have done is a detriment to society in which they are supposed to function with civility. How dare anyone say that they still should enjoy their human rights? They have waived their rights when they have committed these crimes. These crimes are not just in self-defense or by a freak accident. This is a planned, meditated action to kill someone innocent. And I dare say innocent. I know some would say that nobody is ever fully innocent, but these victims are.

Okay...whoo...rants...hey...welcome to the dark side. My dark side. You see. This is one of the negative effects of these unspeakable crimes to me. I wished that the zombie apocalypse would happen very soon. So I could shoot and kill people (who have turned into zombies) because they have removed the death penalty here in the Philippines. Screw human civilization!

And now to calm myself, I will meditate and centre all my Ki energy into a ball...Haduken!!!

Please Don’t Forget To Be Happy!

Changei...

‘Once a writer, always a writer.’ Well...I’m not.'

The opening line was just something that was running in my head, more of an annoyance, really. But a good one.  It made me...wait for it...write!

I remembered the time when I actually felt the sense of pleasure and maybe fulfilment of telling a joke, narrating a personal experience, or making-up one – sometimes those last two examples mixed-up in my head that I even had trouble telling the difference. I was born with an uncanny ability to not shut-up. It became a problem for me and to my poor teachers, and maybe some to my classmates, until I discovered, during my second year of high school, the most human beings are born with hands and fingers to hold pens, and some are lucky enough, that includes me, to learn how to write. And so I did. I know that I am not very good on what I do. I don’t know how to spell some words (thank you auto-spell checker!). I don’t even know how to use them! I don’t care about the rules on writing a paragraph or even just a simple sentence. (What are those green wavy lines under my sentence anyway?). I just write what I think is right – teehee with rhymes. For the moment I suppose. I do believe in a life-long commitment to education, and learning, and correcting mistakes. So, don’t judge my prose.

I digress. But it did make me feel special when I was able to –somehow- finish a short story that I made, because as far as I know, no one in my class was doing the same thing. And this is where good friends came in handy. Friends who also does not know how to spell, and does not understand grammars and the usage of punctuations, but are able to share their enthusiasm by reading my work of crap when it is done. My friends and I created a book club, where, the only reading material that was allowed was the stories that I made. We called it the G-Force team. It sounds corny, but it was, during that time, cool!

The stories that I made for the club, to make it interesting, was about us. A fictional, super cool with amazing powers version of us. For me, it was the easiest to write. I don’t have think of anything else but to place our group into situations where we use our power. That’s it! A story is born!

Oh! How I wish I was able to save those pieces so that I could laugh at how it was rashly made! I remember doing it in my room with mom’s typewriter and wasting a lot paper because I didn’t know that those white correction inks were already available.

And as they say, ‘The rest is history’. Or, I have just run out things to write.

Seriously, what are these green lines for?

Please Don’t Forget To Be Happy!

And it begins again...FOR THE LAST TIME!

August 15, 2012 11:42 PM

Reading my past blogs, I can’t help but feel a little bit of sadness and anger with myself. For all those nights that I was contemplating on writing something and even managing to come up with outlines, my ugly, evil and lazy little me came to control and manipulates me on thinking that I was having a “writer’s block”. I totally agree with Craig’s (Famously Wheezy Waiter on Youtube) video about the illusion of having that thing. It is the irresponsible taking over the responsibility.

Thankfully though, I accidentally stumbled upon my collection of Buble’s album in my computer while I was high on boredom and started listening to the song titled “That’s Life”. Every time that music plays, I get Goosebumps, and all of me gets me ‘back in the rain’ again. :)

 

And now I’m here again writing something, that I know no one actually reads excepts my girlfriend (thank you for troubling yourself :*), and really having the time of my life! I feel good! :)

That is why I came to what I wanted to talk about: Change.

As they say, nothing is permanent in the world except change. But when talking about a person and its personality, how much change can really happen, and, as important as the how, what makes people change? And to be more personal, how can I change myself? Of course, change for the better is what I want. No one in his right mind would want to change for the worst.

As I am writing this now, I am already wondering how I can change myself. I guess I would start by declaring that I want to do it.

I want to change!

Change for the better!

Come on! Say it with me in your mind, or vocally if you don’t mind talking to yourself.

I want to change for the better!

One more time!

*Okay, that’s enough for the day.

One thing that I always hear whenever I hear or read about self-help is that our minds our always playing tricks on us that might not lead to whatever you want to accomplish. So first we have to analyze first our thought process...I’m done. I’ve got a small brain to processJ. Like what I have learned in my Engineering class, our first instinct (or whatever psychologists call it, for now let’s call it instinct) is like electricity, it would always find the path with least resistance. And generally, I would say that it is not necessarily a bad idea because inventions and innovations come from it; Technologies like cellular phones, elevators, cars, etc. makes it easier for us to live, but for me, the path of least resistance is the bed and food. Especially food, it won’t take me that long to devour a family size pizza. And it is still my motto to ‘Work smarter not harder’, but most of the time, if not all, that translates to Laziness.

*Oh! I was not so lazy after all! As I was browsing my files in my computer I found out that I have some articles that I was not able (ok so I’m half lazy) to post. As far back as July 2011! So forgive me if for the succeeding posts you would see a date 1 year before.

And another thing/solution that came to me is that I should always repeat chanting ‘I want to change’ everyday or every time I remember this post because bad habits are harder to break than make a good one.

So everyone, or you, the only one, say it with me!

“I WANT TO CHANGE!”

Please Don’t Forget To Be Happy!