Twilight-Like Realization

I miss writing about educational stuff. How I can help people around me learn more by reflecting on the events that have transpired in our lives. And how I want to remind them that the center of the universe is already taken by yours truly. So just go indulge in your personal fantasy if you still want that spot. By the way, if you can't handle my humor there's still time to get accustomed to it. I promise you, it would be worth it.

The Grand Daddy of Edward, Stefan, Damon, and all the other vampires you think you personally know.

Whether you're Team Jacob or Team Edward, I don't care. If you like the movie, the books, the whole story, I'm fine with you. If you hate it so much you really have to tell the world how much you loathe it, go ahead. I don't judge. Well on the inside I appreciate how much you detest Twilight and everything associated with it. Yet you still watch the movies. I just don't like hypocrites. Oh shoot, sorry to disappoint you. This is not an entry about Twilight nor vampires. It just reminded me of it when I was stuck in traffic. Let me recall the events.

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Okay. I'm done recalling that experience. So here's how it went. My afternoon snack and lunch were digested quite rapidly and I was already hallucinating by the time I left the office. I still walked to Robinson's Galleria, a good 10-15min walk. Bus or jeepney? Decisions, decisions. Duh, jeepney! I can save 4 freaking pesos (Save a peso a day and you can have 7 pesos in a week! Think about it!) even though I can die from air pollution and you know how crazy jeepney drivers steer nowadays! Wrong choice, I told you to just take the blue pill. Ortigas traffic. It's that time when people decide to drive their cars and pretend that Ortigas is one big parking lot. People should stop snorting cocaine, it's messing their perception of reality. I was stuck in traffic - hungry and seated next to someone carrying 2 plastic bags of fatal artery-clogging processed food. I really just wanted to go home and eat healthy food, like those fat-free marshmallows my sister bought me.

Fast food. Those McDonald's french fries. I inhaled the polluted air of Metro Manila and while I was expecting my nostrils and cilia to be filtering carbon monoxide and rocks, my olfactory nerves registered a different sensation in my brain as I was able to smell lard, potatoes, and the grease from that clown's face. McDonald's french FREAKING fries! The woman beside me was making everyone nauseous with the stuff she was carrying.

I cannot give her a sharp burning glare because of the effect she has on me. My eyes so dark and pupils dilated, I wanted to stare her down. I want to cover my nose from the smell and hide the pained expression in my face. Now, I understand how Edward feels towards Bella. Saying how he tries so hard to control himself from eating/biting/sucking her blood just like Pinoy streetfood betamax. "So this is how Edward feels..." is what struck me like lightning. I really want to pay the woman beside me for her fries so I could just slam them all inside my mouth, chew once (or completely fast-forward to swallowing everything) then swallow everything. I was waiting for my subconscious to reign supreme and totally influence my conscious into doing that ridiculous thing. Thank you, self-restraint. I was able to endure the whole trip home with the image of french fries still stuck in my head.

Yes, that is Jacob on the right and Edward on the left ripping freaking bloody Bella in the middle.

MORAL: Don't judge those you see carrying a pained expression, thinking the world has no future, with contempt, anguish, sadness in their eyes. They're probably just hungry. And Edward? Cut the vamp some slack. He prefers to put product in his hair over eating his girlfriend. Kudos, dude.

And I would really love to finally type this out:
A realization is different from a deduction.
Throw stones in the air, when you get hit on the head, go to the infirmary. Fast. ;)

That's Okay

And when you're gone, will they say your name?
And when you're gone, will they love you the same?
Oh, when you're gone, we won't say your word,
But you know that's okay.

Don't you know that's okay?


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Those lines are from the song "That's Okay" by The Hush Sound. It screams "perfection" for the moment.


Click below for the entire lyrics of the story.

Changing Times

They said it in Grey's Anatomy,

When we say things like ‘people don’t change,’ it drives scientists crazy. Because change is literally the only constant in all of science. Energy, matter, it’s always changing. Morphing, merging, growing, dying. It’s the way people try not to change that’s unnatural. The way we cling to the things that were, instead of letting them be the way they are. The way we cling to old memories instead of making new ones. The way we insist on believing, despite every scientific indication, that anything in this lifetime is perfect. Change is constant. The way we experience change, that’s up to us. It can feel like death, or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can feel like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment, we can have another chance at life. Like at any moment, we can be born all over again. 

We cling on to old memories and postpone making new ones for a reason. We just can’t morph, merge, grow, die. We’re people. Thinking and believing that we can morph/merge/grow after everything is unnatural. It's the ideal thing to do, to let things that were be the way they are, but these things usually have meaning, have something that affected us at some point. That is when we cling on to them even after they change or have disappeared.

"Change is constant" is the most ironic truth I have read so far.


MORAL: We have our reasons not to accept what has been changed. There's no such thing as not accepting change, we're just telling and fooling ourself that this will not come.

BrotherFather!

Hello, Dave Annable. Even though I don't have any plans in the near future to start watching Brothers and Sisters, I just want you to know how tempted I am to start downloading episodes of it just so I can see you all the time.

Stop staring already.

In Marian Rivera's wise words (you've got to believe her, after all, she's Psychology!) or word or mouth instead: Bee-yoo-tee-fool!

Add Charice Pempengco's happy words, "I can't bilibit!"


MORAL: Are you bored? Do you want to have abs? Work out! Post this photo, or think of it and I hope it's added motivation for you to start moving your non-existent solid muscles!

Ellie Goulding - The Writer

Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say

Because I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me



I try out a smile and I aim it at you
You must have missed it, you always do

Sitting Duck Attracting Good Vibes

One thing with the corporate world is that for most of the time you sit down. Well you sit when you eat (unless there are lots of people in the pantry), sit when you use the computer, sit when you take calls, sit when you're trying to change the Facebook or Y!M status of your teammate who forgot to lock his/her laptop, sit when you read a book or some training materials, sit when you pretend you're working (not me because I really work teeheehee), sit when you attend trainings and meetings, sit when you poop, sit when you eat AND poop (sweet baby Jesus, please don't do this at the same time), sit while chatting with your teammate who's not doing anything, and the list would still populate with "Stuff I Can Do While Sitting".

The heavens have conspired for me to stand up and start moving again. I'm a pretty active person. Pretty and active. Mwahaha. I used to run/jog, swim, do yoga, futsal, and tennis. Pretty active.

I've been putting off all possible opportunities to exercise because there are no sports centers in the vicinity and I can make really good excuses. However, I'm going to have access to the swimming pool from my mom, there's a tennis club in the company now, and I got a gym membership - all I have to do is sign up. -_-

Then my call for tomorrow got cancelled which means I can go watch Ateneo's game without feeling guilt, I also got into the list of volunteers for the build, and I'm getting discounted Malcolm Gladwell books.

Have I told you that it's Britney's episode on Glee today?

I'm really nervous with this. Maybe Ateneo will lose tomorrow's game. Noooooooo!!!


MORAL: When you're up, you're really up there. When you're down, climb the hell back up! Watch Britney Spears on Glee. NOW.

Docu-Mental

Dear Diary,

A while ago, I opened my eyes and realized I woke up! Hallelujah! I'm alive! I'm currently blinking right now. I checked my body, I still look great! I held my hair, it's still nice! How many exclamation marks have I typed? A lot! I know! I'm still continuing to type-in so many bangs! I wasn't able to see the sun because I heard staring directly at it can cause blindness. Not yet, I am not yet ready to go blind because I am not yet ready to love. You know, love is blind? Yeah, cliche. Where were we? Ah. Diary, I took a bath! I shampooed and lathered well. I have to rinse, too, duh. Have I told you I have been breathing since forever? Uh-huh! Inhale.... Ex....wait for it....hale. Also, I consumed 500 calories for breakfast! I chose peanut butter and jelly instead of that corned beef drowning itself in oil. I took a bite from my wheat sandwich, then chewed. Of course, I swallowed it. Drank a lot of coffee, iced tea, and orange juice, too. What a wonderful breakfast. Then brushed my teeth afterwards, 300 strokes up and down for each side. Up down. Up down. Left right. Left right. Feels good, you know. I'm off now! Later again. :)

Love,

Annoying Me

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Some people document their lives in full detail. I don't judge and mind like it's the reason I can't sleep at night. However, there's what we call Too Much Information (TMI) and just sharing too much. This is evident in photos and blogs. Taking 400 photos in just one hour is a regular feat now it's like we're setting a world record on the most number of photos taken in the shortest time possible. Check your friends' photos in Facebook and Flickr. You could make a gif of them blinking, the movement of their esophagus (if you have x-ray camera), or even check the way the wind blew their hair. Too much. Well, if you don't want to see it, you don't have to scroll through everything TMI-ers (such a trite term) post. Though every now and then you can find a treasure amongst the sea of information available.

You know what? Data mining should be a hobby now. And I can feel knowledge management is going to be a necessity real soon.

Like they say, "Kanya-kanyang trip lang yan. Walang basagan ng trip." :)

MORAL: Sometimes, take heed of "quality over quantity" and do your friends/contacts a grand favor. Do us a favor. Please.

She Ain't Dead Till She's Dead

This is a complete and total repost of Cracked's article on Michelle Rodriguez. Just so you know, I adore Michelle Rodriguez and she's the reason I got hooked on the Resident Evil movies. Haha. This is both funny and sad because it's true. She always get freaking killed! When I hear that she's going to be part of a new movie, first thing I would think of, "How long until she gets killed or written off?"

START: (click the photo for a complete and total Michelle Rodriguez experience)

Just The Facts

1. Michelle Rodriguez's closet is filled wall to wall with nothing but black tank tops.
2. Michelle Rodriguez is always a cop. Except when she's a Marine.
3. Michelle Rodriguez has a nasty habit of getting herself killed all the time.

What the Duck?!

I apologize about this in advance. I really just had to share it so I could get it off the back of my head although I know this cannot be undone.

Yes, you will never look at a duck the same way again. You would wish you didn't move your eyeballs downward and check the photo out.

MORAL: Things are not always what they seem to be.