Monday, January 31, 2011

Just Two Articles

Drafted last January 14, 2011. I don't know why I don't post/finish things anymore. 

I stumbled upon two articles today, well it's 3:28am and after finishing work, I can reward myself some reading (book-reading is on hiatus), even though I must be sleeping at this time unless I want to experience my ultimate eye/headache again.

1. Tech Detox
For the Lenten Season, what are you going to give-up? Meat, social networking, Internet, coffee, chocolates, and shopping have topped my friends' list. How about technological fasting?

I've never really been fond of listening to an mp3 player when I'm with someone, nor texting when there are people around (although lately I've been doing this a lot). For me it shows that you're not interested to talk, not trying to talk, or even receive any interaction from the people or person you are with. Texting could mean that "my cellphone is far more entertaining than your company" unless you really want to give that vibes to others.
10 Signs Your Devices Are Hurting Your Relationships:
1. You can't get through a meal without emailing, texting or talking on the phone.
2. You look at more than one screen at a time, checking email while watching television, for example.
3. You regularly email or text, other than for something urgent, while your partner or another family member is with you.
4. You sleep with your phone near you, and you check your email or texts while in bed.
5. You log onto your computer while in bed.
6. You have had an argument with a loved one about your use of technology.
7. You text or email while driving.
8. You no longer go outside for fun.
9. You never turn off your phone.
10. When you spend time with your family -- a meal, a drive, hanging out -- each person is looking at a different screen.
The article says that technology is a distraction from family - and hard to resist because it's portable and provides instant gratification. It's also an easy escape if we're having trouble in a relationship.

I just don't get detox if you have plans on going back again. It could be a start for others. For a change.


2. Why Chinese Mothers are Superior

This article is perfect for those who think that their parents are pushing them to the ends of the pirate's plank. Don't jump-in to the sea just yet. I don't have a Chinese mother so don't suggest that I posted the article because I am Chinese in whatever way you could think of.


MORAL: No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to your self-chosen ignorance.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Who are we to be emotional?
Who are we to play with hearts and throw away it all?

Who are you to make me feel so good?
Who am I to choose the boy that everyone adores?

Oh, I don't see a reason why we can't just be apart.
We're falling on each other like we're always in the dark.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

I'm Not Over Analysis

January 2011 comment: I can't remember what my emo-issue was last 2009 but I already have someone in mind as to who this person is. Thing is I can't pinpoint what happened between those times. Hmm...

Drafted Nov 27, 2009 at 1:12am

Thesis statement:

Having read the previous post which was written last October but was just published November something, I seriously need to have myself checked.

Click. Clock. Click. Clock.

Dude, I'm pretty much hoping that you have heard of the word click? You've heard of it, "We just don't...click." It's like chemistry.

There are people whom you want to be with, those whom you want to spend time with, even if you don't have a lot of things to tell them.

If I'm destined to be doing reflections at 2am or 1am (as long as it's after midnight), I'm kind of not wanting it. I'm not an inborn emo kid, those who enjoy feeling bad, alone, or whatever issues they have inside. I'm having issues because I have this innate thing of over analyzing stuff. You say this or that, I can psycho-analyze it. Give me something, show me anything, this brain processor of mine will emit word vomits as a result of (over-)analysis.


MORAL: Look up.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Waterworks

Drafted last July 17, 2010.


Do you believe in luck? As a Christian, I have been discouraged to believe in luck. It's because God has a plan for us and things happen for a reason. We just don't go prancing around hoping that because a black cat crossed our path earlier, the huge coconut from that tree will not drop on our head.

Yet for whatever reason, I'm one unlucky fellow. I mentioned a few things I don't like, the world conspires for me to receive them. When I break in and try to find comfort to what they first gave me, the universe tempts me with another one. Just when I'm all hyped up. Where's the luck-issue there? I never get the fulfillment part.

I miss the feeling of security. Of the time I can say "Yes, this is it!" My Eureka moment.

Where are all of these things coming from? I get to meet cool people I know and feel I could get along with really well. Those people you want to be good, better, best friends with. Nice, right? Then they will be picked by the hand and taken from the basket. It's not everyday that this happens to everyone but I guess I'm unlucky on that part. Gradeschool, highschool, college, post-college. Care for post-work? People I consider important and people whom I want to be important to just get off somewhere. (No, you douche, I don't think it's because of me that's why they retract away from my life. Their reasons are different and valid enough.)

People leave. People come and go. They walk in and out of our lives. I don't know if it's easy for them to do so. What's ideal to say here is that we just have to make the most while they're with us, while we still matter to them. That we must not weep that it ended, but rejoice that it happened.

And since I'm not a hypocrite. I don't believe in that.

That makes it more difficult for me. I don't know if it's better but if the signs are there, I don't want to be too attached. (But since I'm an unlucky person, there were no signs. Just a surprise that it's departure time already.) 'Cause the exit makes everything so much worse (for me). They say the good times will trump the absence. KissMyA..ppendix.

Cheesy lines would say/add, goodbyes mean hellos. Goodbyes are not goodbyes, they're see you laters. Yeah. See each other in a while.

But things will never be the same. You can't regret but it's such a waste that sh*t happens.
 
 
MORAL: People, they come and go. Life, it doesn't give a f**k on your feelings. These are times when we wish we are like rocks and stones. Emotionless.

When life gives you lemons, do you slit your wrists and squeeze the lemon on top? No, that's too emo-retard.
Turn that frown upside-down. Do a handstand if you must.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Mt. Pulag - Benguet

I just saw today (January 13) that I have more than 40 drafts saved. Hello backlog!

Mt. Pulag, Benguet
Nov. 19-22, 2010

This adventure made me realize how important exercise is, how amazing it is to be reacquainted with nature, how awesome it is to carry your own stuff and hike up the highest peak in Luzon with that smirk that you didn't ask someone to carry your pack for you. Haha. The cold temperature is a challenge but I've been sitting at "Siberia" my whole office life so Pulag's "coolness" has been tolerable for me and a thick-skinned frenemy, even though we managed to wake-up at 12am because we're too proud to bring blankets and "winter" stuff. Well, it was a freezing experience. Hahaha. I could flood this with so many photos but the peak has been the most extreme in terms of pulchritude. It's simply breathtaking.

Waiting for the sunrise with everyone wrapped in their warm clothing.

First time to ride "top load" or ride on the jeepney's roof, together with the spare tires and trek bags, and your face acting like a windshield (hello tree branches). Lucky us as we got there with a nice weather. The sun wasn't scorching hot when we trekked up the mountain, it rained a little when we were sleeping at the campsite, and the clouds when we went to the summit were really majestic. Enjoying the view with cups of hot coffee made the moment stupendous. Waiting for the sunrise has never been this exciting.

See the sea of clouds from Mt Pulag's summit.


MORAL: Who says you need to have a holiday to be able to enjoy your weekend? If you can't admit that Philippines is a beautiful place, you haven't looked beyond your backyard yet. :)

Candy Mountain! It was like a scene from The Lord of the Rings.

Monday, January 03, 2011

Refresh Year

365 days is too long to be happy all throughout. So it's better to say Survive the New Year! Or better yet, Have A God Year! Time to put a higher being in the center of our lives.

Writing is therapeutic. Paper is back. Well, it still is the chosen weapon by grade schoolers and hormone-filled high schoolers. I'm referring to pen and paper.

Maybe it's time to go back to the writing. Pretty soon, everything may well be up in the clouds (search about cloud computing as a start) and all you have are your little notebooks you thought your dog buried at your backyard.

“I never travel without my diary,” wrote Oscar Wilde. “One should always have something sensational to read on the train.” This piece of advice changed my attitude towards journal-writing completely. If you had a boring, uneventful day, why bore yourself all over again by recounting it in your diary? [....]
People, you have to be considerate. You can’t just think about yourselves—think about the people who might read your diary. Your nosy boyfriend or girlfriend, your mother (Aaaaaaaaaaaaa), the servants, colleagues who hate you. Do you want to confirm their suspicion that you are slowly but surely expiring from ennui? You have a blog/facebook account for that; your secret personal diary is another matter. Give them something to make their eyes pop out of the backs of their heads.
- Jessica Zafra 
Yes, who needs a blow-by-blow account of how you managed to light up a firework, with it shooting upwards, then exploding to a magnificent array of colored lights and emitting a wonderful smoke. No one wants to read about your long wait at Starbucks' line and how you noticed that the woman in front of you didn't think of what she wants to order until the time she was asked, thus, extending the waiting time. Who wants/needs to know about that except your stalker, maybe?


MORAL: A new year means turning a new leaf for most of us. It might not be as significant to others but to those who want to move on, need a breakthrough, desire more, the new year is the perfect chance. It fills us with hope and that feeling of starting anew.