Thursday, December 31, 2009
Top 5 Things I'm Thankful for in the Decade
No one's writing anymore, but I don't really care if anyone reads this. Well maybe I do, but whatever. Just a little ranting on my part, hee hee.
Siguro the Top 5 things I'm thankful for this 2009, and maybe this decade even:
5) Class of A and Sibol. Yes they're tied because they give me much of the same thing. Friendship.
4) Getting closer to my parents. Signs of maturity? Baka lang. Sana hindi.
3) Sense of Urgency to make my life worthwhile. OA ba? Well totoo naman, :P
2) Feminine Friends. Because it proves that I'm not shallow.
1) Her. Pa cool ba? Haha, I couldn't think of any other simple way to say that so... piss off if you judge me. Her hands, her smell, her shoulders, her little waist, her legs, her skirts, her jeans, her face, her lips (which I haven't gotten to know enough), her cheeks, etc etc etcetera.
And of course Top 0) si God. Top 1 doesn't do Him justice.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Christmaaaaaaas
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
26.5 hours late
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The End (?)
"It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life."
That line made me so miserable the moment I heard it. I was literally holding my tears back :((
I guess it's a mutual feeling in the whole class. Everybody was sad to see Mrs. De Peralta leave. We've known it since the start of the school year, but it just became a harder pill to swallow as time passed by. Honestly, I have no idea how Ma'am affected us this much; personally, I think it was just a relief to be out of 2nd Year English. But no, I'm quite sure Ma'am did more than take us out of there. I mean SO MUCH MORE than that.
As I tried to draw Ma'am on the illustration board as accurate as I could (sorry if it doesn't look like you, Ma'am :))), I can't help but be a bit depressed. She was leaving the class and the class loved her. By that time, we had no idea (or didn't remember) why she had to go. We didn't want that to happen; we've started great, and I just don't want anything like this to end in something opposite.
On the day itself, I was sure everybody was thinking of how to say goodbye to Ma'am. Things like this shouldn't just crumble like that. We wanted to make Mrs. De Peralta feel like we were worth remembering, because she was for us.
And then she told us she was leaving for good, and perhaps we wouldn't see her again. Talk about heartbreakers. :((
That we were her last class EVER. More heartbreaker stuff. =((
[On a more personal note, I can die peacefully now, after hearing Ma'am speak in Filipino. It was one of the things on my "Things That Should Happen Before I Die" List.]
We can't say how much you meant to us Ma'am. I don't know where to start. I don't even know when to end. Ma'am, it's just...
...we can't explain it enough in words how much it meant for us to be your students, and the last ones to boot. :D
We can't accept the fact that the credits are now rolling in front of our eyes. But life goes on, and however much it may make us miserable to think that 3rd Year English does not anymore include Mrs. De Peralta, we still need to get the show going, 'cause that's the only way to show how much you meant to us :D
At least you could have finished the year with us, Ma'am. It would have really made 3rd Year really really really nice. But in the end, it's your choice to make, and whatever you choose, Ma'am, we'll be behind you, supporting :D :>
I hope you'll never forget us Ma'am, because I'm a hundred percent sure we won't.
"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right, I hope you had the time of your life"
Mrs. De Peralta, we'll always remember you, and we love you! >:D<
Nothing’s coming to me, especially since my palm was just burned by an idiot. Now how do you write about happiness if each press on the keyboard sharpens the sting on your fingertips?
Maybe that’s what makes happiness so hard to recreate. It’s the feeling that makes your eyes wrinkle when you smile, ignore the irritating noise that won’t let you concentrate or the sensations from my throbbing fingers. Happiness is effortless.
It’s the feeling which wipes away almost everything else. A peace that wraps you as good as a condom from those convenient stores. So great that you always worry if it will go away. So fragile because of its rarity yet so sturdy in that solitary moment before it rips and leaks away slowly. Bliss. Though momentarily, in the end we will only just remember how it feels.
-Stephen Narciso. Im pretty sure I asked THEM to add this earlier. :D
Happiness by JP Tianco
When I was a child, I used to crave for the ice cream sold by street vendors. However, my mom wouldn't allow me to buy. i used to stare at the vendor, literally drooling as he passes by. One day, I saved my own money, approached the vendor, and bought my very first dirty ice cream. My mom saw and she scolded me. But the joy that my tastebuds experienced was far greater than my mom's anger. This, for me, is happiness at work.
Now, as a teenager, I rarely have the time to do nothing, to just sit down and let things happen to me. The world I live in us much busier than before. I take for granted the things that were once so valuable for me, like the dirty ice cream that was once the best thing in the world. Then, a week ago, I saw another ice cream vendor on the street. I bought one and remembered the same taste of the ice cream years ago.
These things do not really define happiness, but they make me remember the times that happiness enters my life even for just a short time. Well, happiness, for me, is the feeling after you work really hard for the you really want, and the memories it bring.
Happiness rawr
Yes, that might be very broad, but happiness really does cover a lot of things. It's that big, that I can't even explain what I think it is in simple words. I'm still in a point of my life where I don't truly know when I am truly happy. What I do know though, is that I feel certain simple and shallow moments of happiness.
Those are the times when I would get a high grade on a quiz, or when I would score a basket in basketball. Yes, these are times when I feel momentary happiness, which often fade out after a while. Happiness for me right now, is nothing serious and something that I take for granted. I wish I could reach that stage in my life when I would truly experience happiness, maybe when I'm in love, or maybe when I win the lottery. Then again, I wouldn't really know because maybe even then, I would only experience the same simple and shallow happiness that I do now.
So I guess I can't sincerely answer the question, "what is happiness?". What I do know, is that I experience something which seems like it. Again, I can never be sure, but for now, that would be my own version of happiness.
Happiness
that you've gotten rid of your unibrow?"
Happiness
So, why is my definition of happiness like that? It's rather simple and logical. If you or others think you look good, you feel good and if you feel good, you gain confidence. With that confidence, you get to do great things like approach and get the girl of your dreams. If you don't have confidence, would you be able to do that? I don't think so. You would just sit down in a corner and wait for some miracle to happen like if the girl of your dream approaches you. And even if she does approach you, would you be able to make eye contact and talk to her without confidence? I don't think so.
I know it's hard to see happiness in my point of view but I guess it's because we are all entitled to have our own definition of happiness. That is my definition. That is happiness for me. That makes happy.
Happiness for Me (Last Essay)
I’ve met happiness. In those few moments of the greatest smiles shared with friends with similar likes, in those events of exhausted triumph at the end of a long, tearful journey, in those special chances of forgetting about what makes up something, but seeing it for the beauty it really is.
But happiness, like any other friend, can be forgotten about, can be missed, can be lost, can be jealous of… but happiness is a kind friend that’s just waiting for you to come back to him, once you find the grandness of the smallest things, when you appreciate what you missed out on all along.
Thank you for bringing happiness to me, 3A and ma’m. Happiness isn’t the most important thing, but it makes everything that much more. It makes it easier to love, and harder to let go of, but more importantly, easier to love. :)
“I’d smile even if a lightning bolt hit my head,
Because if I could, it means that I’m not dead.”
For me, happiness is realized in the fact that you’re alive. You have decisions to make, opportunities to grab, and time for many things happen. There’s still so much more in store for you, I’m sure and it’s a waste not to realize this. Seize the day and look to the future as well. A little speed bump in the journey is just normal, and we shouldn’t quit just because we fail. Happiness comes from the will to continue living.
It’s also something that shouldn’t take much effort, because too much effort takes away happiness. It’s acquired in the simplicity of things around you. All around, you can find sources of happiness! Such as a fallen branch that you can swing around, pretending to be a hero of great swordplay skill. Of course, everyone will think that you’re a loser or weirdo of some sort but in all likeliness, they’re just jealous that you don’t let your inhibitions take over you. Trust me, that’s the real reason why they try to discourage you from doing such things. Society is naturally crab-minded. Happiness comes from the individual’s freedom from his shame and reticence.
Happiness is gratitude and appreciation for the ordinary. Always wanting more is greed, but we should always be wary of complacency. We will never be truly happy if we never are satisfied, and satisfaction is easier to achieve than you think. An open mind is all you need to see that there’s more to some things than can immediately be noticed. Realistic positivity will help you squeeze the happy sap out of every moment. Happiness comes from being absorbent of the veiled abundance that surrounds us.
But you know what, screw that crap. It’s nice and all, but it doesn’t help a person who’s in a hurry to understand what happiness to me is. So let me give you what happiness is in a nutshell.
Happiness is being able to smile a genuine smile, without awkwardness or hesitation.
-Robby Fernandez
Happiness
Happiness (from Jay Pangilinan)
Although this might be what is happiness is for me, others might disagree, because I think happiness is a subjective thing. What might make someone feel happy might make someone else puke with disgust. So, what really is happiness? I can’t see it, I can’t hear it, I can’t taste it, and I can’t smell it. I guess I can feel it. I guess I can tell if I see a happy person or not, yet I think I can only feel it.
I can’t really say what happiness is, except that it is a feeling, and many people spend a lot of time trying to figure out what exactly happiness is, and how to attain absolute happiness. As far as I’m concerned, absolute happiness is impossible to attain, especially since there are so many things that hinder absolute happiness, like terrorists, criminals, world hunger, and the simple fact that life just isn’t fair and is definitely not the perfect world that you would want.
Despite all this, the little things I like can make me happy, though it may not be absolute happiness; at least I’m a little happy.
(Si Jay naman ngayon. Guys, utaaaaang :D)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Happiness (from Alfred Mendoza)
Happiness, is a state which needs not an explanation. It is simply a trigger word, causing no more than a fast replay of all the blissful events in one's life, inevitably plastering a smile on anyone's face. A state which we try to reach for in times of doubt, sadness, frustration, confusion, but nevertheless, each state of happiness is a feeling that can never be replicated once it has reached its end. Each spark of happiness differs in every way possible.
As a young boy we view happiness within this narrow telescope. This certain feeling strikes us whenever we receive a toy, eat a lollipop or are brought to carnivals. But as we mature, grow older, and develop, this telescope widens and we crave for more, yearn for more, ask for more to fulfill this state of bliss which we have always wanted. Ever since we were young, until now, happiness has always been caused by one thing. Though it’s cliche, it’s always been contentment. “Accept more, expect less.” That has always been the golden rule to happiness.
Of course it is impossible to feel true happiness if you define it as achieving full contentment. As human beings, if we express that we have reached a state in our lives where in no doubts, inhibitions, yearnings are left within us, then we are trying to fool ourselves. Nobody can reach that state of being because of the clear fact of the imperfection of human beings. Therefore, happiness can only revolve around this imperfection, and it cannot exist alongside something nonexistent, such as perfection.
Happiness is that certain segment of that long thread of life which we weave, when we feel that the whole world’s burden has been lifted from our shoulders. At that certain time and place, you are contented. It is when you need every single muscle in your body, to turn that smile into a frown. Happiness can be receiving a pat on the back, from the dad who never noticed you. Happiness can be crapping the hell out of your whole system after 2 hours of keeping the demon caged within your body. Happiness can be scratching that itch on your butt which has taunted you throughout the whole Mass. Happiness is a state which needs not an explanation.
[This is Alfred Mendoza's Happiness composition. May utang ka sa akin, Alfred :D]1% Done
I am not happy when I’m being stressed by too much homework.
I am not happy when I’m being forced to do something I’m not comfortable with.
I am not happy when I’m being talked about untrue events.
I am not happy when I’m being cheated.
I am not happy when I’m being blamed.
I am not happy when someone hits me inconsiderately right on my bruises.
I am not happy when I’m left alone doing nothing at all waiting for a car.
I am happy when I’m with my friends.
I am happy when I’m able to eat food.
I am happy when someone tells a joke.
I am happy when I get high grades.
I am happy when people give me gifts.
I am happy when people care for me.
I am happy when people praise me.
The idea of happiness for a person changes as they go on through life. I guess it depends on their belief also. For me, happiness is attained when you do well for someone else. When you make someone else smile, I’m somehow happy.
I think that one-day, I have done the right thing and it makes you feel assured or secured in a way. That’s just me though. When I do something nice to a person, I become their friend and I guess it starts there. I have that sense of belonging or being wanted. It gives you a tingling feeling inside. I guess its happiness.
When I was younger, I went through being happy when I get to play video games or watch my favorite cartoon. When you grow older, you just think. You think a lot than before. You think of your life. I guess it’s natural for a person to be that way.
When I reached that part of my life, I thought of having people with me. People make me happy. I don’t feel alone when facing problems. I don’t feel alone when I’m having fun also. I guess one can’t live alone. It’s another natural thing again.
I’m also happy when I learn something new. For example, when I learn how to play a music piece on the piano or the guitar, I am happy. My hard work is replaced with something I want. It makes me satisfied or happy.
Happiness Even Amidst the Hurt
Happiness, for me, is being with the person I love. The only catch is that the person I'm in love with, isn't in love with me. Unrequited love is a bitch like that. Ironic thing is that we're still as close as can be, it makes the matter that much harder, but in a way, also that much more bearable. I get depressed, I feel hurt, I feel angry. And yet even through all the pain, I have this strange ethereal sense of happiness.
It may be unrequited love, but at least I'm with the person in some way. That there is a relationship there, even though it might be less than what I want, at least I'm with the person. She may not realize how much I actually love her, or rather, fathom the magnitude of my love for her, but I still feel happy. It's a wonderful feeling when we're alone, either in full animated conversation, or in utter silence. It's enough that we're together in some way, at that point in time, in that place. It makes me happy, then, for a while sad... but when I look back on those moments, I realize I have more than I deserve.
Perfect happiness is never attainable, in my opinion. Perhaps the most human kind of happiness is the happiness you experience through pain. A friend of mine once said "Think of pain as a prerequisite of happiness. More pain can lower the standards of what makes you happy." It may be quite sad to hear and actually realize that, but he is right. You can't actually be happy unless you have a point of comparison. You could even apply the saying "No pain, no gain" to this. The more pain, the more you open yourself up to happiness. You don't make happiness nor can you force it upon people... it just happens. Happiness, is happiness. It's the calm after the storm. The salvation after a tragedy. The uplifting amidst and after pain. -Lopez
Fearless
Happiness is, put simply, a moment. It’s looking at the stars and seeing words spelled out with every constellation. It’s humming to yourself in the middle of a rainstorm and watching the droplets fall like little diamonds on the sidewalk. It’s being wide-eyed and naïve and stupid and not caring you’re acting like a total idiot being all of those things.
It’s standing on the edge, then jumping, feeling every rush of emotion that comes with the freefall. It’s remembering to take a deep breath because you know that any second now, you’ll hit something hard.
It’s knowing the moment will end, but daring to see how long it will last. It’s fleeting, continuously dissolving, fading in front of you. But, you can't help but reach at the wisps and smile, knowing there's more to come. :] :] :]
Happiness....
Happiness is not feeling a sense of joy at the expense of others.
Happiness is not taking what isn't yours in the first place and then gloating about it.
Happiness is not shooting down other people because you want your idea chosen.
Happiness is not sulking and criticizing everything you see because your idea wasn't chosen.
Happiness is not throwing a tantrum and being a total diva just because you hate a certain costume or role or line or what-have-you.
Happiness is not bringing others down because your too proud to be happy with what you have.
Happiness is not feeling smug over the fact that you can one-up someone with just a little tear and a quivering lip.
Happiness is not making your self feel better by talking to all the cool people, regardless of if your being an ass or not other people.
Happiness is not glorifying yourself by masturbating your ego with awards and smart talk.
Happiness is not giving half-hearted sorry's to something you didn't even know you did wrong and pretending like you mean it.
Happiness is not assuming that everything's okay without anything happening.
Happiness is not assuming that doing so will not lead to an icy silence.
Happiness is not having to make your friends choose sides because you both started out as friends too.
Happiness is not about you, or me for that matter.
Definition of Happiness
This is my happiness essay.
You Just Can't Explain Why You're Smiling, Can't You?
Happiness.
For one sick ironic twist, it feels quite fulfilling. So common a thing, yet we can't say what it really was. You have never truly lived if you haven't been happy for once. You know what makes you happy; that's good and all, but do you know WHY it makes you happy?
When people ask you, "what is happiness?", you merely reply, "Happiness is when you..." Nope, people. That's called an EXAMPLE. What we need is a DEFINITION, which is a long shot from example. Kinda like, if you asked me what is a monkey, I'm not gonna say Robert Pattinson (really? I wouldn't?) If you asked me what is an idiot, I won't say (though I must admit, most probably, I would) Kanye West.
Now, long story short. You can't measure happiness. Happiness cannot be boxed. It cannot be defined. It can only be experienced. Felt. Shared.
...
Oh, what the heck, I just spoke bullshit. In truth, I just can't define happiness yet. :D
Finding things that prevent me from becoming one Sad Panda are not that hard to come by. It's quite easy to make me happy. Maybe that's why I find it so hard to define happiness: so many things make me happy, I find it hard to pinpoint on one specific thing.
And to think that I can make a lot of people laugh. That's got to account for something, right? Umm, no, I still don't know what happiness is. :P
Is this the end to my sad, sad composition? I can't even say what happiness is... :((
I'm not happy right now because I can't finish this blog. Because I haven't taken a bath yet. Because I'm too tired to pull my eyelids up. I'm not happy because we might not have a TV for the class night tommorow.
And I'm especially not happy because Mrs. De Peralta is leaving us tommorow (SUPER UBER MEGA BV NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS PART [just to emphasize what I said]). I know what happiness is not. Isn't that enough?
Happiness is not defined by what it's not, I know. It's easier to say what makes you happy rather than what is happiness. But really, why can't we say what happiness is?
Why can't we say what makes us smile while licking an ice cream cone? Smile while we get a 50/50 in a test (though I'd be worried if that comes out of a urine test)? Smile when she tells us "Yes"? Smile when we see others smile? Aren't we supposed to know WHY?
...
Guess not. And guess what, maybe He doesn't want us to know.
Maybe we have to get to Him to know what happiness really is.
Midnight Happiness
You see, finally finishing studying for long tests, writing papers and making projects gives me joy. And, mind you, lots of joy. I dunno how else to explain it. It's just that whenever I accomplish something, whatever it is, whatever the outcome may be, I feel a distinct feeling of warmth that tells me, "God, finally. I'm done."
I know it's draining. I know it gives me eye bags (which are thankfully concealed by my glasses). I know I'll die earlier because of this really really terrible habit. But, it's all good. I know I got to finish something for tonight and I'm already happy.
I know it's shallow. I know it's not a good thing because sleeping late often equates with cramming (and cramming is not good *rolls eyes*). But, I truly know that an accomplishment gives me joy, no matter how stupid that accomplishment looks like.
PS: (I just noticed this now)
Lol. Happiness is lol. It's weird how I only noticed this now.
What is Happiness? (for me)
When you don’t feel any negative emotion like sadness, anger or fear, chances are you’re happy. This is because happiness is probably the default emotion of people. You could probably go beyond happiness but the default and most common thing that is experienced is happiness. At some point, people become happy. It might not be the first emotion after something tragic but you’ll get there because if you don’t, it either means you’ve died or you’ve reached the end of the downward spiral in your life and have chosen to remain in the empty void of darkness. No one can stay happy for 24 hours and at the same time, if you don’t become happy within 24 hours, then you’re leading a sad life. Happiness is the default emotion because even after you experience those negative emotions, you can still rise above them. I doubt anyone wants those dark and negative emotions to plague them most of the time so they chose to find a way to feel happy. I also doubt anyone looks for ways to bring themselves down so happiness is the default emotion.
With this being said, I would say that anything makes me happy. But, if I were to pick the top 3 things that would make me happy, I would say schadenfreude, reading manga or watching anime, and eating food.
Happiness For Me
Anyway, it might sound shallow but I really just feel at peace when I do that. Killing zombies with my wonderfully cute plants in one hand and then eating pizza with the other, and drinking coke, while bathing myself under the cool air of the AC. This might seem selfish but, it's happiness for me right?
The only thing that would make that better if I was doing all that with my friends. They enhance the experience by a multiple of infinity. Why? You get to share your experiences with your friends and I guess this holds true for everybody since we're all relational beings.
- Eric S. ADMIN OF THIS SITE LOL I ROX.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Random Duh-ness
Let's cite an example shall we? Imagine you just spaced out. As in, super totally cricket-noises-in-your-head space out. Now, what's your default face mode? It's either of two things; you smile, which looks stupid, or you drool, which looks stupid AND is stupid. Now, let's hope your reaction's the former (you have no use for this entry if you do the latter.)
Now, let's add a bit of excitement. Say you spaced out in the middle of a game of dodgeball. Now, you smile your spaced out way, until you get spiked in the face by that 100 mi/hr dodgeball hurtling toward the air. After being dazed for a few seconds, you do either of the two things; you get mad and hurl the ball back at the thrower, and then chaos ensues; or you just smile, accept that it was just your stupidity, and go on playing. Which do you prefer? If you chose the latter, continue. If not, then, sorry I'm just wasting your time (if you chose drooling at the first part, and chaos at the second... umm... don't you have something better to do?)
Now, let's spice things up a little more. Say you spaced out, playing dodgeball, WHILE IT'S RAINING GAY ZEBRAS. Now, you do either one: you continue on with life, playing dodgeball, until the ball (lose the game) or a gay zebra (lose your life) mauls you. Or you can avoid everything (balls and zebras and all), look for for your family, run for cover, and make sure your safe before the gay zebras tear every single sane person asunder.
Now, is ignorance really bliss?
If you just drool, and not feel anything, does it help? At least when you're smiling, you just look crazy. When you drool, you just, look... umm... retarded, and you mess up your shirt as well.
If you follow thoughtless instinct and choose chaos, then, nobody's happy. Everybody goes home with nosebleed, bruises, cuts, or any combination of these. Now, if you just accept that it was your mistake, nobody gets hurt, and everybody likes you for being a sport. :D
If you continue on and ignore the raining zebras, I'M PRETTY SURE YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SPACE OUT. Because any sane person would stay away from gay zebras. Or gays. :| (I have no problem with zebras :D)
Ignorance really isn't bliss. Sometimes you have to feel. Sometimes you have to think. Sometimes you have to get hurt.
But, in the end, bliss is still bliss. :D
Jiu-Jitsu is awesome for me. The thrill, beauty and science that comprises this art just staggers me. It's thrilling because you'll grapple with an opponent in order that you may make him submit; It's beautiful because the two competitors in a bout match each other's movements to form a sort of a dance; It's scientific because the movements made are precise to be as efficient as possible. Also, there's just that special stuff about something you love that you can't explain, but that imponderable stuff is just what provides a sense of fulfillment in your passion. :)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
*takes a glass and holds it upright* Well, well, well.
And now, I felt like posting. But my mind's blank, so I wouldn't really know what to post. Usually, people just go to their blogs, perhaps one with a certain theme so they can easily think of what to talk about next, and they type away.
Not I.
Actually, I should be doing my homework now. Memorizing my lines, or writing a prospect short story... but I just don't feel like it.
I never did.
Some things, you keep telling yourself that you can do it properly if you felt like doing it. I've been doing things properly recently, but I never did feel like everything's right. Today, I took notes for AP, but it only felt forced. Hell, the only reason why I found things to type now is because I intentionally put a time limit on my computer usage by not charging my battery. (I'm have less than an hour of usage as of this typing.) Yeah, I'm cramming non-schoolwork.
Something's off; I'm being told that I'm doing something wrong.
I've been exploring a lot of new stuff lately, and dudes in white lab coats tell me that pleasure centers in my brain light up when I try something new. I don't feel it.
Or rather, I ignore it in favor for want of... something. My whole being is set on achieving or getting something I myself don't know that I look past life.
I miss the past. I regret the present. I am tantalized by an impossible future.
...Today, org period, nakinig ako this time.
From 7 a.m. to 4 p.m., gumagawa ako ng school stuff.
From 4 p.m. to 7 p.m., nasa Sibol ako.
Everyday, ganyan.
Everyday, nasa school ako ng labindalawang oras. (May sleep time pa na 8 hours.)
Everyday, apat na oras na lang ang natitira sa 'kin.
Apat na oras para mag-aral.
Pamilya't kaibigan, kinalimutan.
Okay lang naman, sinuportahan naman nila yung pagkawala ng oras ko para sa buhay e.
Pero paano yung gusto ko?
'Di ako magaling na tao. Napapagod. Inaantok. Tinatamad.
Tama yung sinabi ni spokesperson namin: wala na kaming buhay.
Pero, mas tama yung sinabi niya pagkatapos noon: "The only thing you can do is smile."
(Actually, ewan ko kung sinabi niya yun. Gumuhit lang siya ng smiley sa board, baka na-imagine ko na lang na sinabi niya 'yun. Pero tama rin naman, 'di ba?)
The only thing I can do about my life is smile and live.
The least thing I can do about my life is smile and live.
The best thing I can do about my life is smile and live.
After all, pinili ko naman lahat 'to e.
I know that I don't have what I want now.
But what I do know is that it's out there.
In the victory over a vanquished foe in Dissidia?
In the exam exemptions I tell myself and everyone I am hellbent on getting?
In the dark, hot, humid theater near the entrance of the high school cafeteria?
In the retarded pranks my classmates pull on each other?
In the high-fives I receive everyday?
In the hard work the teachers put in everyday to teach us?
In the menial "Hi Kuya Bryan!"s I get from my little brother?
In the gentle meows of the cat who stays right outside my door?
In the the messenger list I stare at, while hoping someone would send me an IM of their own accord?
In the simple bass fills I play while playing songs I like?
In the comfort I try to give my friends?
In the comfort my friends give me?
In the promise of a most liberating embrace?
In the assurance of a guiding light?
In me?
Perhaps.
Lalabas at lalabas din iyan.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
A perspective of love from your grandparents' eyes
Friday, October 2, 2009
What a Catch, Donnie
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Glad to be Alive aren't you?
I know it is kind of strange to be writing about something that has caused so much grief among us with all the stuff destroyed and people missing in a Happiness Blog. A freaking HAPPINESS blog. But hey we're suppose to be happy right?
Why? Well think of this weird probably unrelated analogy/symbol/whatever.
Imagine a piece of apple pie. Think of as you're sort of happiness/life/blessings/prized possession. Now you bring it around with you as you wait for a perfect moment to eat it. But unfortunate things happen to you. People push you around even you still have the pie. The eain seems to enjoy pouring buckets-loads of water on you. The heat of the sun seem to scorch you and your pie. But you hold on to it. It is apple pie after all right? After all that you go look around and see people have no apple pie. You then take a bite from the pie and feel how it tastes sweeter after all the crappy things that have happened to you, and you feel your fortunate enough to have some of that apple pie that no one else has.
Now aren't you glad to have that apple pie to hold on to until now? Doesn't it taste sweet? I guess that's how you should treat what you have right now after we got out of that hell hole called Undoy.
While you're at it why don't you share some of that apple pie around?
As a Bystander
So I was seriously happy when leaks were the worst we had to take.
Our verbose CLE book is already taking effect on me with Kairos stuff and I'm seriously happy that I saw the best of people come out following the recent events.
With all the grim stuff happening, I'm finding myself happier with more stuff to appreciate. Like how my brother came back from what would be a flooded Katipunan in one piece. My parents came home without getting stranded by the flood. And how Ning is being used to check up on people.
On a side note, I'm seriously happy that no one is spouting Nostradamus BS about this.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Simple lang.
Ah gad. I miss you guys. Cheezy but I really do. :(
We'll get through this. And a lot more.
The Calm After the Storm
It may be a bit ironic that I have decided to write a happiness blog at a time when smiling seems to be a mortal sin. Everywhere I've looked, everybody I saw, everything I thought of, was not happy. So why write a happiness blog now, when happiness looks as if it fell in love with the storm, went along with it to China (where they drown in people, not water) and left us here in this unfortunate predicament?
On the contrary, I think this is the perfect time to define happiness for us. This is the perfect time to look for the beam of light that passes through a little crack in the wall of this dark stormy prison we call our country. It's going to be hard to find. It's small, it's insubstantial. But when you find it, it's going to feel like summer vacation. You're going to stay by that light like you were a moth, as if that light was everything you ever asked for.
We need that light right now.
Inhale as much air as you can right now. Now breathe it all out. If you can do that, be happy. You're still alive. Some people have waterlogged lungs right now. Some people aren't as lucky as you. Be happy.
Are you seated comfortably right now? If you are, be happy. You still got a seat to sit on, a floor to put the seat on, a house to have a floor on. Some people can't even remember how the tiling on their living room looks like because it's been underwater for such a long time now. Some people aren't as lucky as you. Be happy.
Worried about the homework due Wednesday? If you are (or should be), then be happy. You still got a school to go to in Wednesday. Some people don't even have a school anymore. Some people aren't as lucky as you. Be happy.
Talk to your friends in YM right now. If you can, be happy. Your friends are still alive. Some people have been left all alone, without friends and family, after the flood. Some people aren't as lucky as you. Be happy.
If you're reading this, be happy. It means you still have internet, it means your computer's still working, it means you still have spare time to waste. Some people don't even have computers on their own lucky days. Others can't even dream of spare time during these times. Some people aren't as lucky as you. Be happy.
Worried about sleeping too late? If you are, be happy. You can still sleep a full 6 or 8 hours. Some people can't even sleep because they don't have a place to rest. Some people can't sleep because they're too traumatized by what recently happened. Some people, though asleep right now, will never wake again. Ever. Some people aren't as lucky as you. Be happy.
It takes a big-ass storm and a Chuck Norris-type disaster for us to realize all these things. A spray of cold water isn't enough for the hibernating bum. Even a bucket of freezing water isn't enough. You're going to need a damn tsunami to wake that guy from his deep stupor.
Little things we take for granted everyday. Little things we forget to appreciate. They make us happy.
*I know this is kinda wrong, but... I just had to vent out. :-??
Happiness
Friday, September 25, 2009
A Product of Genius (or Insanity)
It's always cool to see your face on a video :D
It's not cool to see your face get sandpapered on to your classroom floor in an idiotic attempt at doing bowling.
Uhh, Ma'am, this isn't shloodensomething (I forgot what the word was :P) is it? :D
*Credits to Mr. Marte Caronongan for the epic vid. We did it for the LULZ =))
Thursday, September 24, 2009
The Papu Post 2
The Papu Post 1
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Heehee!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Free Hugs
True Romance
-Anti-Christ-
Coccotti: You know who I am, Mr. Worley?
Clifford Worley: I got no idea.
Coccotti: I'm the Anti-Christ. You got me in a vendetta kind of mood. You tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you. My name is Vincent Coccotti. I work as counsel for Mr. Blue Lou Boyle, the man your son stole from. I hear you were once a cop so I can assume you've heard of us before. Am I correct?
Clifford Worley: I heard of Blue Lou Boyle.
Coccotti: I'm glad. Hopefully it means we can cut out the part of the conversation where you're wondering how full of **** I am.
-Sicilian-
Clifford Worley: You're Sicilian, huh?
Coccotti: Yeah, Sicilian.
Clifford Worley: Ya know, I read a lot. Especially about things... about history. I find that **** fascinating. Here's a fact I don't know whether you know or not. Sicilians were spawned by niggers.
Coccotti: Come again?
Clifford Worley: It's a fact. Yeah. You see, uh, Sicilians have, uh, black blood pumpin' through their hearts. Hey, no, if eh, if eh, if you don't believe me, uh, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, uh, you see, uh, the Moors conquered Sicily. And the Moors are niggers.
Coccotti: Yes...
Clifford Worley: So you see, way back then, uh, Sicilians were like, uh, wops from Northern Italy. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Moors moved in there, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much ****** with Sicilian women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became black hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Sicilians still carry that nigger gene. Now this...
[Coccotti busts out laughing]
Clifford Worley: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Coccotti: [Laughing] I love this guy.
Clifford Worley: Your ancestors are niggers. Uh-huh.
[Starts laughing, too]
Clifford Worley: Hey. Yeah. And, and your great-great-great-great grandmother ****** a nigger, ho, ho, yeah, and she had a half-nigger kid... now, if that's a fact, tell me, am I lying? 'Cause you, you're part eggplant.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Literally Frog Prince
Now, a frog dressed in a regal garb came. He saw Unfortunella, and took pity on her. The frog told her, "Hey, poor girl, what's the problem?" Unfortunella held her tears momentarily and then told the frog, "I don't have my own fairy tale! I want one! So sooooooooo baaaaaaadleeeeee..." and Unfortunella cried again.
"Well, it's your lucky day, I guess!" the frog exclaimed enthusiastically. "You know what? I was a prince once. I was cursed by an enchantress because I was a dumb, tactless prick just like Kanye West."
"The enchantress transformed me, but she told me that if somebody were to kiss me, I would become a prince again. So, I guess if you kiss me right now, you'd have your own fairy tale to narrate!"
Unfortunella, taking anti-logic to a new level, suddenly fell in love with the frog. It was just like those soap-operas with senseless plots and preposterous family connections. It didn't make sense at all. It was like Paris Hilton claiming she has common sense.
Anyway, back to the story...
Unfortunella held the frog at the palm of her hand and visions of living in a glorious white castle came to her. Her lips were a three-quarters of a foot away from the frog's lips, then half a foot, then a quarter... then their lips met.
Nothing happened.
"Just kidding," the frog said. Then the frog jumped away while you wonder what kind of crap you just read.
Hillsong is Awesome
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
No Homework
I wish there was no need to do HW.
I wish we didn't have to do any HW. I wish it was not graded, just like Grade School. I wish it had no bearing in our class standing.
I wish I could just make a mess of my HW, and my teacher couldn't do anything about it. Deep in my heart, I know the teacher does not want to grade some messy paper by a cramming pro... I mean, student.
I mean, I know it's all important for our grades and stuff, but really, isn't being truly happy the real reason for living? Your grades aren't really important. It's whatever makes you truly happy that's important. :D :-bd
In heaven, God does not ask for HW. Because He knows that HW is not important to eternal happiness. I think. :|
I wish I didn't have to do HW..."
- the thoughts of a guy that didn't pass his homework for the day
*I forgot I had to put my name as a tag :P
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
German Accent
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You ever noticed your accent makes things sound worse than they actually are?
50 Cent
"I love you like a fat kid loves cake."
Why Happiness?
This is not my blog. Not an English blog. This is 3A's Happiness Blog, now only in name, but soon, hopefully, in reality.
Why am I starting this blog for 3A? Let's just say that happiness is something I think we all need. Need to cultivate and to remind ourselves of. And also, something to truly understand.
If happiness won't come to us, who's to say we can't go out and find it for ourselves?
So, this is my first happiness post. My apologies that it's an ad, but take away the product placement at the last part, and you have a really good message.:)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Happiness
Happiness is just outside my window
Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour?
Or is happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in?
Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can’t make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good
Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never mine to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
‘Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks
So you tell yourself, that’s probably enough for now
Happiness has a violent roar
Happiness is like the old man told me
Look for it, but you’ll never find it all
But let it go, live your life and leave it
Then one day, wake up and she’ll be home
Home, home, home
We <3 Taylor Swift.
3rd Year English
3rd Year English is scary.
3rd Year English is hectic.
3rd Year English is confusing.
3rd Year English is mind-numbing.
3rd Year English makes me happy. :D
Why?
Because it's not 2nd Year English.
*this just might be the return of the firebreathingicecube :O
First Post About Happiness
Well you sir?
Would you like a slice?
Just a little bite.
You wouldn't have to think twice.
I just sell cheese.
Yes cheese!
This small little dairy product.
Enough to fullfill your stomach.
What kind of cheese?
All kinds sir!
We have Cheddar.
Almost nothing better.
Try a bit of Mozzarella or Parmesan!
Camembert, Danish, Polish?! Tell me man!
Wouldn't you buy any of them please?
Why buy any of these?
Because, it would almost go with anything!
Did you try the cheesecake?
It was quite a pick.
Or maybe the cheese sandwhiches?
With the chesse in it you can put everything.
Pizza with Mozzarella quite my especiality.
My spaghetti with Parmesan its recipe hidden in secrecy.
Or my cheese can be eaten alone.
If you think it is better than any calzone.
Well sir?
Would you like a slice?
I can still lower the price.
Yes I was probably high when making this.