Thursday, November 27, 2008
5 Ways to Kill a man
For reasons i can't explain this is one of my favorite pieces of poetry, written by Edwin Brock. To make it have the full impact it had on me, read it as if you were reading a recipe:
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it.
To do this properly you require a crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional way,
and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
at least two flags, a prince, and a
castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
and some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
miles above your victim and dispose of him by
pressing one small switch. All you then
require is an ocean to separate you, two
systems of government, a nation's scientists,
several factories, a psychopath and
land that no-one needs for several years.
These are, as I began, cumbersome ways to kill a man.
Simpler, direct, and much more neat is to see
that he is living somewhere in the middle
of the twentieth century, and leave him there.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it.
To do this properly you require a crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional way,
and attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
at least two flags, a prince, and a
castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
a mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
and some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
miles above your victim and dispose of him by
pressing one small switch. All you then
require is an ocean to separate you, two
systems of government, a nation's scientists,
several factories, a psychopath and
land that no-one needs for several years.
These are, as I began, cumbersome ways to kill a man.
Simpler, direct, and much more neat is to see
that he is living somewhere in the middle
of the twentieth century, and leave him there.
Chilling isn't it? It's soo emotionless as the poet uses the language of a practical manual to explore humanity's cruelty. Progress is reduced to the way in which mankind has "improved" its methods of killing.
How many people did it take to crucify a person? Then...how many did it take to drop the Hiroshima bomb? Horrifying isn't it? As the centuries pass and the era changes, it becomes easier to kill a man. What Brock said was entirely true. The easiest way to kill a man is to leave him in the middle of the 20th century.
Man creates their own conflicts and struggles and resolve to guns to solve the issue. "Politics is war without bloodshed while war is politics with bloodshed." Hmm....having a war for peace..isn't that ironic? It like that T-shirt quote that goes "Bombing for peace is like f*cking for virginity."
Man creates their own conflicts and struggles and resolve to guns to solve the issue. "Politics is war without bloodshed while war is politics with bloodshed." Hmm....having a war for peace..isn't that ironic? It like that T-shirt quote that goes "Bombing for peace is like f*cking for virginity."
Sunday, November 23, 2008
High on Laughter
When they said laughter is the best remedy it was the biggest understatement in human history!! I have laughed soooo damn hard during the past 3 days, collected enough air inside my stomach to make me fart for 2 hours straight..i haven't farted yet though.
Let me share some of the reasons why i laughed so damn hard:
Joana has been a good friend since college and one thing about her is she's is INSANE!!! Only God knows what goes on in her head. she's a very smart girl, a great leader by the way but sometimes she says or does the stupidest shit! Her quips, remarks, one liners catch you soo off guard sometimes you think "where the f*ck did that come from?" She's more than just a crackhead lol she's my partner in crime. i dont' know how she does it but she always talks me into whatever ploy she has brewing in her head.
LMAO!!!! (Pause for 3 mins. this is what my bestfriend just immed me: ladyoffor: i am buzz light light year. i come in peace.....lol it makes u wonder what kind of friends i have)
back to joana. she was going through my laptop and checking out pictures when she came across a pic of someone who is really buffed and often when ppl see him, the first thought that goes through their head is "WOW, he's got a big body" but noooooo not joana...the first thing she said when she saw him was, "Nikki, his muscles are telling me he has a big d*ck." i was speechless for a full minute before cracking up. the things that run through that girl's head LOL She also said that she is trying to be the last virgin in the Philippines but truth be told, i think when Joana has finally been with a man she'll be a man slayer. She has sooo much sexual tension that i think her first orgasm will last a whole month! NO...i take that back..her first orgasm will send the guy flying across the room and through the wall. Joana is a wild jungle woman waiting to be unleashed...think "the Incredible hulk!"
This is how crazy this girl is. She lives on the 15th floor in her building. and from her window she can look into 25 or so other condos. She said that every weekend she always sees at least 10 of her neighbors having sex...so you know what she did? she bought binoculars to get a better view. She has practically memorized the sex schedule of her neighbors including their favorite positions LOL
Monday, November 17, 2008
Romantic Comedy Part II
Then there was Chef. Actually, the word 'Then' shouldn't be the start of this paragraph because Chef was always there. He was one of the first friends i made when i first started boarding school. He started dropping hints that he liked me, mind you i was very slow back then. I always pictured myself to be a guy's friend but never a girlfriend. I also didn't believe a guy could like me more than just a friend. So when guys dropped off hints, i never caught on. If hints here bullets, i would have just kept walking without realizing that i was just shot. Since i was only 13, i didn't feel i was ready for relationships. so i backed off from Chef and tried avoiding him. In return he treated me very badly. i probably deserved it...after all i didn't want him to like me more than just a friend but at the same time i didn't want him to HATE me. He would hiss or give me an evil look whenever i passed by or sometimes make quick rude remarks. At first it was easy to ignore, but when it got to the point where i couldn't handle it anymore i told him, "why are u treating me like some bitch sent from hell?" After that Chef made a huge transformation. He turned into one of the sweetest guys alive! He tried to talk to me, be my friend...i on the other hand snubbed him. I didn't talk to him, didn't even smile his way. This went on for 3 years. I would be civil towards him, and he would be over sweet towards me. I can go on about Chef but it would take another blog entirely lol...maybe some other time.
After High school:
Ahhh...Hawaii...i don't know what i was thinking with Hawaii. You know how they say 'Good gils like bad guys? well back then i was a 'good girl'. He was...older, experienced and oh boy, he was one hell of a freak. He opened pandora's box to release the freak side of me lol. From rated G i jumped all the way to R-18. Throughout high school i was innocent and...well...innocent. With Hawaii...it wasn't a physical thing... he knew if we tried anything there was a big chance he would get arrested because i was only 17. He had a knack of bringing out the freak in me through other ways though lol. Hawaii taught me how not to be shy or embarrassed about sex and my sexuality. Although it didn't last very long with Hawaii...i'm glad he opened my eyes and mind to many things about myself and life. Needless to say, by the time it ended my mind was corrupt beyond repair!
You know how sometimes in our lives there is that ONE or sometimes more than one particular guy which we wish we never EVER dated and we wonder what kind of drugs or alcohol were we taking when we agreed to a date? Well...in my life that guy would be AA. The code name alone gives off what kind of a person he is/was. When we met he was a party animal and an alcoholic who was obsessed with Asian girls. Over time, after losing a handful of jobs and being kicked out of the house he started going to AA meetings. I was very supportive, encouraging him and motivating him to remain sober. He did pretty well. He got several part time jobs, decided to finish school, and worked things out with his family. He just slipped up on his birthday when his birthday present to himself was getting drunk. After that things went out of control and things ended. I can't help someone who can't even help themselves. Although i haven't heard from him, i do hope he's ok and i hope he got his life in order. He genuinely was a nice person, he just let his addiction to alcohol take over.
I had this rule: never date a close friend. The first friend i broke that rule for was Picasso. We had a lot in common and even though i was dating other guys, i could easily share more with Picasso that the guy i was currently dating. So when Picasso told me how he felt, i decided to take the leap. He was very passionate about his beliefs, hip hop, and me. I was smitten and head over heels before i knew it. A few months into the relationship, a part of me felt like it was going too fast. It felt like I needed space. Then one day out of the blue he asked me to marry him!!! I really was in love with him and i did see us having a future together sooo i agreed under one condition: that i finish university first. He agreed to wait. His best friend happened to be a female, whom he met after we got together. When it comes to trust i have no issues there. I can trust easily and when i do trust someone i don't believe in jealousy or doubt. After all, why would you be jealous if you trust the person right? In this case, it wasn't him that i didn't trust..it was his best friend, Freckles. Again this would be another blog entirely. So to cut the long story short, i ended it because over time I realized that we didn't have as much in common as i first thought. We had very different view points on important things such as morals, values, beliefs etc. It was mostly my fault too..i was too busy with school work to put more effort into the relationship. I wanted to explore the world after graduation but he wanted to settle down immediately. We just had to go our separate ways. I did try to remain friends with him though, but he said it was too hard for him. On the rare times we would talk we'd always end up fighting. But he's doing well for himself...according to Myspace.
While i was with Picasso, I met someone. He wasn't my boyfriend, we didn't date but he was and is someone i hold dear in my heart. I'll call him Yankee. When we first met, we were going through some hardships in our lives. Right from the start we clicked. We did have our boundaries though because i was with Picasso and he was with someone too. Despite that, our friendship grew. From the start there was that deep sense of respect and admiration. Over the years he grew to know me more and more each day. there was rarely a day where i wouldn't hear from him or vice versa. Whenever i had problems it was him i would turn to. One thing i love about him is he doesn't tell you what you want to hear but what you need to hear. When my mind was all jumbled up and confused he would be there for me to straighten my thoughts and feelings out...lol i'm almost making him sound like a shrink!! Even if i didn't tell him i had a problem, he already knew there was something wrong. He knew/knows how to make me smile...
To be continued....
After High school:
Ahhh...Hawaii...i don't know what i was thinking with Hawaii. You know how they say 'Good gils like bad guys? well back then i was a 'good girl'. He was...older, experienced and oh boy, he was one hell of a freak. He opened pandora's box to release the freak side of me lol. From rated G i jumped all the way to R-18. Throughout high school i was innocent and...well...innocent. With Hawaii...it wasn't a physical thing... he knew if we tried anything there was a big chance he would get arrested because i was only 17. He had a knack of bringing out the freak in me through other ways though lol. Hawaii taught me how not to be shy or embarrassed about sex and my sexuality. Although it didn't last very long with Hawaii...i'm glad he opened my eyes and mind to many things about myself and life. Needless to say, by the time it ended my mind was corrupt beyond repair!
You know how sometimes in our lives there is that ONE or sometimes more than one particular guy which we wish we never EVER dated and we wonder what kind of drugs or alcohol were we taking when we agreed to a date? Well...in my life that guy would be AA. The code name alone gives off what kind of a person he is/was. When we met he was a party animal and an alcoholic who was obsessed with Asian girls. Over time, after losing a handful of jobs and being kicked out of the house he started going to AA meetings. I was very supportive, encouraging him and motivating him to remain sober. He did pretty well. He got several part time jobs, decided to finish school, and worked things out with his family. He just slipped up on his birthday when his birthday present to himself was getting drunk. After that things went out of control and things ended. I can't help someone who can't even help themselves. Although i haven't heard from him, i do hope he's ok and i hope he got his life in order. He genuinely was a nice person, he just let his addiction to alcohol take over.
I had this rule: never date a close friend. The first friend i broke that rule for was Picasso. We had a lot in common and even though i was dating other guys, i could easily share more with Picasso that the guy i was currently dating. So when Picasso told me how he felt, i decided to take the leap. He was very passionate about his beliefs, hip hop, and me. I was smitten and head over heels before i knew it. A few months into the relationship, a part of me felt like it was going too fast. It felt like I needed space. Then one day out of the blue he asked me to marry him!!! I really was in love with him and i did see us having a future together sooo i agreed under one condition: that i finish university first. He agreed to wait. His best friend happened to be a female, whom he met after we got together. When it comes to trust i have no issues there. I can trust easily and when i do trust someone i don't believe in jealousy or doubt. After all, why would you be jealous if you trust the person right? In this case, it wasn't him that i didn't trust..it was his best friend, Freckles. Again this would be another blog entirely. So to cut the long story short, i ended it because over time I realized that we didn't have as much in common as i first thought. We had very different view points on important things such as morals, values, beliefs etc. It was mostly my fault too..i was too busy with school work to put more effort into the relationship. I wanted to explore the world after graduation but he wanted to settle down immediately. We just had to go our separate ways. I did try to remain friends with him though, but he said it was too hard for him. On the rare times we would talk we'd always end up fighting. But he's doing well for himself...according to Myspace.
While i was with Picasso, I met someone. He wasn't my boyfriend, we didn't date but he was and is someone i hold dear in my heart. I'll call him Yankee. When we first met, we were going through some hardships in our lives. Right from the start we clicked. We did have our boundaries though because i was with Picasso and he was with someone too. Despite that, our friendship grew. From the start there was that deep sense of respect and admiration. Over the years he grew to know me more and more each day. there was rarely a day where i wouldn't hear from him or vice versa. Whenever i had problems it was him i would turn to. One thing i love about him is he doesn't tell you what you want to hear but what you need to hear. When my mind was all jumbled up and confused he would be there for me to straighten my thoughts and feelings out...lol i'm almost making him sound like a shrink!! Even if i didn't tell him i had a problem, he already knew there was something wrong. He knew/knows how to make me smile...
To be continued....
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Romantic Comedy Part I
My best friend, Ify, said that when it came to my love life...it was like a Drew Barrymore romantic comedy. At first i was a little flattered but then she added "the only difference is Drew is cute, and u're an idiot." It was after she compared my love life to a romantic comedy that i started to reflect on all the men (not that there have been many) that have come into my life. Since Ify and i have been friends since we were 13, i tried to recall the guys in my life from way back in the day:
My first marriage proposal happened when i was in kindergarten 2. The boy, David Crocker (whom i am still very good friends with), used to annoy the living daylights out of me. He would follow me around everywhere especially during recess. One time, we were in the sand box when David went down on both his knees with his hands clasped in front of him and almost begging me to marry him. He said, "Nikki, if you're Christian, please marry me!" Being the daft kid that i was, i just looked my nose down at him and said, "I'm not Christian, I'm Filipino!" Bless my stupid self. I thought Christianity was a nationality!!
When Ify and I were in high school, i would have a hand full of crushes that would change more times than i drank water. I would have on-again and off-again crushes since there were only 350 students in the entire student body from nursery all the way to senior year. To protect the true identities of my crushes, to save them and myself from embarrassment, i'll use code names.
The first boy to ever ask me out was Charcoal. I won't lie, Charcoal scared the shit out of me. He looked damn scary!!! he was only 13 but already very big, fierce, and had a voice that would turn ur hair white! At first i tried to avoid him as much as possible. i couldn't even look him in the face. I soon found out that looks can be very deceiving because he turned out to be one of the funniest guys i know and also one of my very good friends. We never took our relationship to more than just friends. People told us we would make a cute couple, and Charcoal did try to convince me to take our relationship to another level because yes we loved each other and it is for that same reason why i didn't want risk the friendship.
Then there was Afro Giant. Man oh man was i crazy for this boy!!!! I have never crushed as hard as i did for Afro Giant. it was an on-again off-again crush depending on my mood for that day. On Monday, i would have a crush on him but on Tuesday it would go away and comeback on Thursday. After two years of crushing for Afro Giant i finally couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I wanted to tell him. He was also a good friend by then. The very same day, the very same hour, in fact, the very SAME minute i wanted to blurt out and tell him that i liked him...he blurted out that he was in love with one of my close friends. I felt like a pile of rocks just crashed down on me. I got over it, and even tried to get them together. They were two people i cared for and as long as they were happy...i was happy.
Ooooh and then there was Lebanese. Lebanese was my first long distance 'relationship' because i went to boarding school. After classes i would rush back home to at least catch him online for 5 mins before having to go to soccer practice. We didn't have internet in our boarding house so i would drag Ify to come with me to the internet cafe at the corner. Because of Lebanese, Ify and i would always be late for soccer practice and Ify was always the one that got into trouble for it (back then i would just smile sweetly at the teachers and get away with crimes lol so Ify always got the blame).
to be continued...
My first marriage proposal happened when i was in kindergarten 2. The boy, David Crocker (whom i am still very good friends with), used to annoy the living daylights out of me. He would follow me around everywhere especially during recess. One time, we were in the sand box when David went down on both his knees with his hands clasped in front of him and almost begging me to marry him. He said, "Nikki, if you're Christian, please marry me!" Being the daft kid that i was, i just looked my nose down at him and said, "I'm not Christian, I'm Filipino!" Bless my stupid self. I thought Christianity was a nationality!!
When Ify and I were in high school, i would have a hand full of crushes that would change more times than i drank water. I would have on-again and off-again crushes since there were only 350 students in the entire student body from nursery all the way to senior year. To protect the true identities of my crushes, to save them and myself from embarrassment, i'll use code names.
The first boy to ever ask me out was Charcoal. I won't lie, Charcoal scared the shit out of me. He looked damn scary!!! he was only 13 but already very big, fierce, and had a voice that would turn ur hair white! At first i tried to avoid him as much as possible. i couldn't even look him in the face. I soon found out that looks can be very deceiving because he turned out to be one of the funniest guys i know and also one of my very good friends. We never took our relationship to more than just friends. People told us we would make a cute couple, and Charcoal did try to convince me to take our relationship to another level because yes we loved each other and it is for that same reason why i didn't want risk the friendship.
Then there was Afro Giant. Man oh man was i crazy for this boy!!!! I have never crushed as hard as i did for Afro Giant. it was an on-again off-again crush depending on my mood for that day. On Monday, i would have a crush on him but on Tuesday it would go away and comeback on Thursday. After two years of crushing for Afro Giant i finally couldn't keep it to myself anymore. I wanted to tell him. He was also a good friend by then. The very same day, the very same hour, in fact, the very SAME minute i wanted to blurt out and tell him that i liked him...he blurted out that he was in love with one of my close friends. I felt like a pile of rocks just crashed down on me. I got over it, and even tried to get them together. They were two people i cared for and as long as they were happy...i was happy.
Ooooh and then there was Lebanese. Lebanese was my first long distance 'relationship' because i went to boarding school. After classes i would rush back home to at least catch him online for 5 mins before having to go to soccer practice. We didn't have internet in our boarding house so i would drag Ify to come with me to the internet cafe at the corner. Because of Lebanese, Ify and i would always be late for soccer practice and Ify was always the one that got into trouble for it (back then i would just smile sweetly at the teachers and get away with crimes lol so Ify always got the blame).
to be continued...
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Word unsaid
If i could easily express my emotions i wouldnt be writing this. It has always been second nature for me to express my thoughts but almost forbidden territory to express my feelings and emotions although my tear ducts tend to be very brazen...grrr. I've been told that i'm very vocal about my opinions and thoughts but when it comes to relationships most of mine fail because i'm unable to fully express myself.
Its no secret that actions speak louder than words but when it comes down to love I am unable to show just how crazy i am about someone. I know a lot of men are in the same situation. Mention the word 'love' to them and they'll run away faster than Ben Johnson being chased by the devil.
I'm not that much into PDA and it usually take a really long time for me to be physically comfortable around someone. Dammit, i'm not even used to holding a guy's hand in public. I like my personal space...but for some reason i love cuddling and...u know the rest (dirty minded idiots).
I guess expressing oneself needs time and practice. But i don't want to 'practice' i want to say the words and mean them. OH!!! You know what pisses me off?? People that say 'I love you' redundantly. it drives me insane!! the phrase loses its significance. I once had an ex that kept saying "i love you sooooooo much! i can't live without you" GRRRR..idiot you've been living life fine before u met me. At the same time, i don't want it to be a guessing game where i have to try and put the pieces together just to figure out for myself how it is you are really feeling.
They say it is easy for you to express yourself when you mean it or when it comes from the heart. that doesn't work for me. even though the feelings are soooo strong, i cannot fully express myself the way i want to. and it drives me insane...because we only live once and by holding back u can be missing out on sooo much that life has to offer!
Before I end, here's one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite song writer/singer, Alicia Keys. She explains it right on the point:
Its no secret that actions speak louder than words but when it comes down to love I am unable to show just how crazy i am about someone. I know a lot of men are in the same situation. Mention the word 'love' to them and they'll run away faster than Ben Johnson being chased by the devil.
I'm not that much into PDA and it usually take a really long time for me to be physically comfortable around someone. Dammit, i'm not even used to holding a guy's hand in public. I like my personal space...but for some reason i love cuddling and...u know the rest (dirty minded idiots).
I guess expressing oneself needs time and practice. But i don't want to 'practice' i want to say the words and mean them. OH!!! You know what pisses me off?? People that say 'I love you' redundantly. it drives me insane!! the phrase loses its significance. I once had an ex that kept saying "i love you sooooooo much! i can't live without you" GRRRR..idiot you've been living life fine before u met me. At the same time, i don't want it to be a guessing game where i have to try and put the pieces together just to figure out for myself how it is you are really feeling.
They say it is easy for you to express yourself when you mean it or when it comes from the heart. that doesn't work for me. even though the feelings are soooo strong, i cannot fully express myself the way i want to. and it drives me insane...because we only live once and by holding back u can be missing out on sooo much that life has to offer!
Before I end, here's one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite song writer/singer, Alicia Keys. She explains it right on the point:
I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
I trap myself further
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
I am a P.O.W.
Not a prisoner of war
A prisoner of words
Like a soldier
I'm a fighter
Yet only a puppet
Mostly I only say
What you wanna hear
Could you take it if I came clear?
Or would you rather see me
Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise
M.I.A.
I guess that's what I am
Scraping this cold earth
For a piece of myself
For peace in myself
It'd be easier if you put me in jail
If you locked me away
I'd have someone to blame
But these bars of steel are of my making
They surround my mind
And have me shaking
My hands are cuffed behind my back
I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
A prisoner of compromise
A prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness
A prisoner of expectation
A prisoner of my youth
Run too fast to be old
I've forgotten what I was told
Ain't I a sight to behold?
A prisoner of age dying to be young
To my head is my hand with a gun
And it's cold and it's hard
Cause there's nowhere to run
When you've caged youself
By holding your tongue
I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
It's like solitary confinement
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
I trap myself further
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
I am a P.O.W.
Not a prisoner of war
A prisoner of words
Like a soldier
I'm a fighter
Yet only a puppet
Mostly I only say
What you wanna hear
Could you take it if I came clear?
Or would you rather see me
Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise
M.I.A.
I guess that's what I am
Scraping this cold earth
For a piece of myself
For peace in myself
It'd be easier if you put me in jail
If you locked me away
I'd have someone to blame
But these bars of steel are of my making
They surround my mind
And have me shaking
My hands are cuffed behind my back
I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact
A prisoner of compromise
A prisoner of compassion
A prisoner of kindness
A prisoner of expectation
A prisoner of my youth
Run too fast to be old
I've forgotten what I was told
Ain't I a sight to behold?
A prisoner of age dying to be young
To my head is my hand with a gun
And it's cold and it's hard
Cause there's nowhere to run
When you've caged youself
By holding your tongue
I'm a prisoner
Of words unsaid
Just lonely feelings
Locked away in my head
It's like solitary confinement
Every time I stay quiet
I should start to speak
But I stop and stay silent
And now I've made
My own hard bed
Inside a prison of words unsaid
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Impatient
I don't know if it just me...but do you ever have that impatient feeling even when you don't know what you are impatient about? I get it all the time. Most of the time i do know what i'm impatient about. I'm the kind of person that when something has to be done, it has to be done immediately. Sure, i have patience for a lot of things especially when it comes to people. When it comes to life however, thats a different story.
There was a time when i felt like i was the one that had to catch up on time. it always felt like time was moving too fast, sooo i stopped wearing watches. ever since then, i've been able to 'relax' a little bit. There are some occasions though, when i see my friends' children and realize how fast they have grown, that make me stop and wonder if i'm taking time for granted. One minute i'm studying and flirting with all the boys and before i realize it i can't find my false teeth and my boobs have sagged to my knees!...God forbid!
Bottom line...i'm 21. i have my whole life ahead of me but there are soooooo many things i want to do and it feels like i have soo little time. Some of these things are:
You can only truly feel success when you know you did it honestly, and you know that you deserved it. But then again success can be measured in many ways. i heard several sayings before that go:
"A successful man is a man who can earn more than his wife can spend; a successful woman is a woman who can find such a man"...what a way to mock success and marriage lol
my favorite success quotes are:
"Success is the ability to go from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm." -Sir Winston Churchill
"I don't measure a man's success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom." -General George S. Patton
The only time you have failed is when you stop trying.
There was a time when i felt like i was the one that had to catch up on time. it always felt like time was moving too fast, sooo i stopped wearing watches. ever since then, i've been able to 'relax' a little bit. There are some occasions though, when i see my friends' children and realize how fast they have grown, that make me stop and wonder if i'm taking time for granted. One minute i'm studying and flirting with all the boys and before i realize it i can't find my false teeth and my boobs have sagged to my knees!...God forbid!
Bottom line...i'm 21. i have my whole life ahead of me but there are soooooo many things i want to do and it feels like i have soo little time. Some of these things are:
- Take up interior designing. it has always been my passion (other than management)
- Work in the hotel and tourism industry.
- Take my master's degree in hotel management
- Work my way from the bottom all the way to the top.
- Start my own business.
You can only truly feel success when you know you did it honestly, and you know that you deserved it. But then again success can be measured in many ways. i heard several sayings before that go:
"A successful man is a man who can earn more than his wife can spend; a successful woman is a woman who can find such a man"...what a way to mock success and marriage lol
my favorite success quotes are:
"Success is the ability to go from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm." -Sir Winston Churchill
"I don't measure a man's success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom." -General George S. Patton
The only time you have failed is when you stop trying.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
killing time with words
Damnnnnn....its been a while since my last post. i forgot that i had a blog account. Looking from the last entry..its been two years!!! A lot has happened since then. First, i graduated!!!! finally!!! after 17 years of schooling..i'm finally done and out into the real world! A lot of older people tell students that they should enjoy school and their lack of responsibilities while they still can, but let me tell you, nothing beats standing on your own two feet and knowing that u're making it on ur own and facing the challenges that come your way.
So...i graduated last march, i took a loooong ass break spending time with my sisters before we had to part ways again. I have to annoying sisters but God knows i love them like crazy! One of them lives in davao and the other in Sudan with my parents. i moved to manila in August and started working in September at a brokerage firm.
Hmm...how can i describe manila? well lets just say its the New York of the Philippines. Lots of insane people walking around. One thing i love here...is that people mind their own business. Unlike back home, in davao, where everyone would know everything about you even before you know it yourself! The pollution is insane!!! if it ever snowed here...i would bet my life that the snow falling would be black! OH!! i forgot to mention the cab drivers and public transport drivers! they all drive as if the devil is chasing them! on several occasions i had to tell the cab driver to slow down because i still wanted to live long enough to see my grandchildren! Other than that, i love it here!
i would write more, but...i'm running late. i'll continue this some other time...IF i remember my password..it took me 30 mins to log on to this account lol
So...i graduated last march, i took a loooong ass break spending time with my sisters before we had to part ways again. I have to annoying sisters but God knows i love them like crazy! One of them lives in davao and the other in Sudan with my parents. i moved to manila in August and started working in September at a brokerage firm.
Hmm...how can i describe manila? well lets just say its the New York of the Philippines. Lots of insane people walking around. One thing i love here...is that people mind their own business. Unlike back home, in davao, where everyone would know everything about you even before you know it yourself! The pollution is insane!!! if it ever snowed here...i would bet my life that the snow falling would be black! OH!! i forgot to mention the cab drivers and public transport drivers! they all drive as if the devil is chasing them! on several occasions i had to tell the cab driver to slow down because i still wanted to live long enough to see my grandchildren! Other than that, i love it here!
i would write more, but...i'm running late. i'll continue this some other time...IF i remember my password..it took me 30 mins to log on to this account lol
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