For the past few days we got fucked up a bit didn't we? OK. Not a bit, but we got fucked. Hundreds of homes filled to the brim, hundreds of cars barely even starting, hundreds of businesses destroyed, hundreds of people separated from those who they love, hundreds of lives lost.
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?
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
As a Bystander
We just had something like a Philippine Katrina.
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.
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.
Happiness is seeing everyone safe and living normally again. Happiness is seeing everyone. :)
Ah gad. I miss you guys. Cheezy but I really do. :(
We'll get through this. And a lot more.
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
We're in some deep shit. Some seriously deep shit. Chest-deep shit.
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. :-??
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
Happiness is knowing that all 36 of your classmates are safe and have recovered/are recovering from the storm.
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
Another video ^^,) I'm tired to write for now. I'll probably edit this another day. I never got to watch Sesame Street on our TV. Thanks to Youtube, I was able to watch this. It may not be funny to you but it is to me. I'm happy.
The Papu Post 1
Well it is my first time to post here. I'm not comfortable using this yet. Thanks to Harvey and Russ for teaching me how to post. Anyway, this video reminds me of being a kid once again and it's also cute. This is only one of those commercials which really gets stuck in my mind. It's a simple video of a simple kid with a simple song. I'm happy this came up. (If only life were just simple nowadays...
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Heehee!
It may be a bit shallow, but what really makes me happy right now is I realize I actually have a Blogspot account. I was feeling really a bit lazy to make a whole new Yahoo! account to make a new Blogspot account. Yahoo.
I love thinking I don't have things, only to realize I always had it, but just forgot I had it in the first place.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Free Hugs
I remembered this campaign a few days back. And I guess many people need hugs these days. It may look akward but sometimes it just really feels great to get a hug.
True Romance
I remember the movie True Romance because of two conversations. Lots of expletives but they're good happy stuff.
-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.
-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
Once upon a time, there was a young princess that was so depressed because she was not included in any fairy tale. Her name was Unfortunella. Her cousin Cinderella (from her fairy godmother's side) always got the happy ending. The cleaning of the dirty floor, the poofing-in of the fairy godmother, the pumpkin carriage, the glass shoe, the prince looking for the owner of the shoe, the marriage, the pecking out of stepsister eyes... Unfortunella wanted all of that. But realizing that her name carried a curse itself, she went to the frog pond, to cry her poor unfortunate heart out.
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.
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
Hillsong Music rocks.
All the music is praise and worship of Jesus. :)
Source:
http://media.photobucket.com/image/hillsong/kevwilkerson/hillsong.jpg
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
No Homework
"No HW makes me happy :D
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
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
IGN Video: Funny People Movie Clip - "Doctor's Visit"
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You ever noticed your accent makes things sound worse than they actually are?
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You ever noticed your accent makes things sound worse than they actually are?
50 Cent
When I heard 50 Cent rap this line, my respect for him went up.
"I love you like a fat kid loves cake."
"I love you like a fat kid loves cake."
Why Happiness?
Welcome to The 3A Happiness Project!
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.:)
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 can be defined by a lot of things. This song mentions but a few of them. :)
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
Happiness
The Fray
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
Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floorSo 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.
I can't believe Kanye did that. That dude needs to give Taylor a break. :| I mean it is the nicest video I've seen among all of the nominees.
Petition: Delete all Kanye songs for Taylor. [Unless if you really don't want to]
Anyway, I was given hope when people started cheering for Taylor. We <3 Taylor
Quick before ViaCom removes this.
3rd Year English
3rd Year English is hard.
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
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 this is pretty new. There nothing like this in the previous years. So I just wanted to post a writing about cheese. Because cheese causes glee =D.
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.
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.
Happiness
On the topic of "Happiness" I remembered this song my sister used to sing not long ago. It's sung by the Charlie Brown peoplezzzz
And I have to say, this is a really awesome song which talks about the different kinds of happiness for different kinds of people ;)
MA'AM DO I WIN NAU? =))
And, oh look, I'm back in Blogger after about a year or so O:
First one :>
Ok, I don't know what to do here but I think contributing here will increase my grade in English class. =)) Kidding. I know it won't but I'm still doing it anyway. I feel so diligent. :> Hopefully, I'm doing it correctly. So, uhm, yeah. Be happy just like me. ;) Imagine those cheesy lines from songs like my favorite line. Those lines put smiles on your faces. If you still don't know my FAVORITE cheesy line, it's "The silence isn't so bad 'til I look at my hand and feel sad cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly." Cheesy overload! :)) But you got to admit. That made you smile. :> So yeah. Smile! :D
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