01
Apr

Glorious Epic: The Making…

Reader, I admit that I have not only read words engraved on paper-leaf pages; I have learned to read myself. The pages are definitely different: they’re thicker, words so deep that the dictionary fails to define, but details so true, so vivid and yet so blurry and vague at the same time.

Composer, I have always wondered what genre this book of myself fits under. I have decided to classify it as composed, as both mystery and certainty and introduce it as both fiction and based on a true story. It is neither a short story nor a novel- I’d rather call it an epic.

Writer, I won’t boast but I’ve written myriad articles, essays, and any literary form you can think of about this in which none has, is and will be able to fathom but the author.

Teacher, I must confess I have not read this epic in its entirety therefore I am not able to present you that required book report. I can only state the prelude, the beginnings, the rise and falls in the body, but it is not in my power to reveal the ending for even the author is clueless to what is ahead. The ultima has been unknown since it has begun.

Self, you are not sane. Conversations with oneself does not determine ones sanity! It simply implies contemplations, realizations, and feelings not fit to be expressed in literal terms for lack thereof. I like to read, compose, write, teach worthily… Happy endings? I read them, I see them in composed songs in written forms of literature, taught by different people. I keep my cool. I sigh. I envy.

People, we are bound to fate but destiny is ours to make. I will make mine even when most times the past and the present conspire against me to turn my future upside down. This literature is mine. This story is myself. The epic is my life. And like most epics have heroes and villains- Everything is a villain and I am the HERO! ;p

30
Jan

I digress… You win.

I remember saying something like, “It’s not right, it doesn’t make sense or how could you…” or something, but I don’t think I was at all acknowledged. Instead, they just proceeded to talk amongst themselves that neither she nor they understood me- I was even thought to be the one in the wrong. I said to myself, If I was somebody’s experiment, I had no business pretending to exist… I have absolutely no idea if I really meant that but at that moment I was powerless. I felt like shrinking every inch of my bone on purpose to hide and never to be seen or heard ever.

I’ve had dreams before about this- not just dreams but almost thoughts and worries that this will soon happen- but this time it’s vivid. It’s almost like I can control this neverending deja vu and these people around me are my aliens. But no, I could not control it…so I started laughing, then laugh switched to clenched jaws and tears. All of a sudden I started to feel nervous and my senses weakened… I was in despair… At that same moment, I heard some distant instrument, maybe a voice, maybe it was my emotion… At that instant my thoughts, my reasons, my questions disappear from the horizon as my heart starts pounding until I felt like I couldn’t breath. I tried to scan my brain for a connection to what little words remained in my head- LIES, GAMES, JEALOUSY, TRUST, LOVE…

And the last struck me deeply. I never understood the feeling then maybe never will because my countenance changed at that instant, I was back again- I stooped down from everything, and abased. So, I let go of everything and smiled… And then I remember saying something like, “It’s alright I’m not angry, I’m not upset, or I was just afraid…”-

24
Oct

Smitten by Cupid, he loves.

So this is what all the hype’s about! He was glowing. He was infatuated. He was walking on air. He was more alive than ever. He was helplessly, hopelessly falling in love for the very first time like never before. Sure, he had had his fair share of relationships, obsession and twenty-something crushes up to that point, but those were nothing like this!

With the person of his dreams (although there is no such thing as the reality of the perfect dream for a partner) equally smitten, he was suddenly finding himself in the throes of one of the most exhilarating, significant and emotionally intense experiences of his life. If you’re lucky, you can relate.

Often likened to having a mental illness or drug dependency, romantic love is in many cases unplanned, inconvenient, involuntary and seemingly absurd. In trying to make sense of the seemingly uncontrollable, the Romans believed that Cupid, the naughty angel, randomly shot his arrow at unsuspecting victims. The little bugger had gotten him all right, unexpectedly impacting his focus in the midst of his living.

Deliciously delirious with love’s intoxicating effects, he realized that this temporary state of insanity was actually invaluable in some cases. He could finally fully respond to this infamous question often asked by himself and other people: How do you know when you’re truly falling in love?

It’s a question that is probably on the minds of many people all the time whenever they have someone special in mind. And suddenly, this is the question in his head. So, spending countless hours pondering on what and how he felt before, comparing it to this one, even surfing the virtual world to find his answers on the buzz is all about in his naggin. He picked up a book. He read and read and read, and so agreed on what seemed to be truth in his current experience.

As reading Dr. Helen Fisher’s “Why We Love” brilliantly described this whole agenda, he has come to the conclusion on how you know when you’re love-struck:

You’re suddenly shy, at least initially. Even the most confident can feel timid, anxious, awkward, and even fearful around a crush. You may turn pale, flush, tremble, stammer, sweat, feel dizzy, breathe faster, get weak in the knees and have “butterflies in your stomach.” While such symptoms are flu-like, you’ve been struck with no more than a love bug.

You’re suddenly manic. You may have lost your appetite or find yourself sleepless, yet feeling totally energized, even hyperactive. Know that you have your brain to blame. Elevated concentrations of dopamine, and its chemical derivative norepinephrine, are basically hijacking your brain, lowering your serotonin levels. These neuron-transmitters, known as monoamines, are what make us feel loopy with love.

You’re obsessed. Your “love object” has taken on what psychologists call a “special meaning.” This sweetie has become unique, novel, and all-important — the center of your universe. You are infatuated, focusing your energy and passion on every little thing associated with your love object.

Elevated levels of dopamine in your brain make for more focused attention and motivation in directing and attaining your amour goals. You are consumed with “intrusive thinking,” fantasizing and daydreaming constantly about your beloved. One survey found that the love-obsessed reported thinking of their beloved for more than 85 percent of their waking hours. Not surprisingly, couples can describe how they fell in love with each other years later.

You’ve changed. You may find that you’re revamping yourself. Between your clothing style, mannerisms, habits, and even values, you’re willing to do almost anything and everything to win your loved one’s affections.

You’re on the ride of your life. Until the relationship offers security, you may feel like you’re on a roller coaster. When things are good, you’re on “cloud 9.” But if a loved one is unresponsive right away, indicates something negative, seems indifferent … basically, does anything to rattle you, you may feel despair, depressed, rage, mopey and listless until the situation is resolved. In Fisher’s survey, 79 percent of men and 83 percent of women reported dissecting an adored one’s actions.

You’re sporting rose-colored glasses these days. Passion makes for perfect. While the love-struck can name faults their love object has, unlike the rest of us, they see these defects as charming and endearing. Love is blind. And you are willing to go to great lengths to make sure that the illusion you’ve created remains unscathed.

You have no desire for anyone else. You want sexual and emotional union with your one and only. Yet while lust — the craving for sexual gratification — is a major player in your passion pursuits — the desire for sex and monogamy are less important than the desire for an emotional union. Men and women ache to have their love returned more than anything.

Believe it or not, it seems that Mother Nature wanted to bestow all of the aforementioned on us during the attraction stage of coupledom. Lust is said to have evolved to motivate humans to seek sexual relations with almost any semi-appropriate partner. Romantic love, however, helps us to focus our mating attention on a specific person, helping us to conserve our energy and time with one courtship. Feelings of attachment, and its components of peace, calm and security, then take over for the long haul. With many arguing that this passionate state of affairs lasts no more than two years, the lovers would like to believe there is this thing called forever…

*info from FoxsExpert: How do You Know You’re in love?

13
Oct

the POET.

Who is the Poet? This question can be paired with the “what” because they’re one and the same. So I’ll answer your questions to clear my name. I saw him yesterday at the coffee shop. I saw him again by the window pane a couple blocks away. I saw him again walking down the street. I saw him again with people but he seemed lost. I saw him again over there where he lives. But the most memorable moment was when I saw him today; I saw him… in the mirror. The Poet is the reflection…

What does the Poet write? Does he jot down words- senseless words? No, the Poet doesn’t write… Oh  no, he doesn’t even pick up a pen and start writing… The Poet seizes the moment and grabs his heart and he begins to speak and then, speak from it. He ponders for a long while and he sees his soul, so he speaks once again. The Poet writes his breath. So, if he expresses all these poetry; when does the Poet utter? Does he speak after impulse and release stimuli? Does he scream after a huge cloud of of emotion? Does he utter before realizations? No, none of these… For the Poet has no limits; he is free. The Poet utters from sunrise to sunset and from dusk til dawn.

Where is the Poet? What type of question is that? The Poet isn’t covered with the “where”, because he has no permanent anything. The Poet travels far and wide as he speaks of wonders from each side of sides. The Poet is here; here and now. I am the Poet, and these aren’t poems I writeThese are my signatures. This is me. I speak and the Poetry uttered, behooves me.

05
Oct

Crime in progress!!!

I am alive, breathing, living. I am drowning in the ocean of ideas in my head; I am a dreamer. I am showering in the rain of the unexpected, the unreal, the way-up; I am ambitious. I am not the typical interesting soul you get to stare at everyday in the streets; I am clever. I am connecting with serenity in nature, in matter, in-side, in you, in me, in mind; I am a thinker. In my thoughts, I simply plunge deeper, immeasurably to the abyss of the oblivion. In my so-called subtlety in cleverness, I do nothing but display keen insight. In my ambitions, I look ahead- indulging in this “wt*”-dimensional image of a future bliss. And in my dreams, I can constantly feel and perceive… I dream.

And yet subsequently, recently, I realize otherwise- I am not alive; I am dead! I am not breathing; I am out-of-breath! I am not living; I am nonexistent! Those thoughts, those insights, those ambitions, those dreams- I cannot feel! I cannot perceive! I am both numb and  blind! I have no senses! no perception! I am this! And I can tell you what I am not- I am not that!

These things, these entities, these beings, these voices, these hands around me are leading me to destruction, to dismay, to disappointments, to misery! softly, slowly as they meddle; they are unawares! They don’t know me! They don’t own me! Yet, they’ve beaten these thoughts up! They’ve mutilated these insights! They’ve stabbed these ambitions! They’ve murdered these dreams! They did it once; they’re doing it again, over and over and over again!

They killed me.

04
Oct

I painted her.

Recently, I sketched a picture so vague, so unclear, so blurry that nobody could even identify what it portrayed except me. And yet it was so detailed, so blunt, so loud that the viewers understood its intent the moment they laid eyes on it. I began with a stick figure, plopping lines here and there. I went on with basic shapes along with it, as I picked up a brush and stroked colors all over the canvas. Then, I ended up with an “obra maestra”. What?! That’s it?! Yes, that’s it. That’s it in generalization, in simple terms anyway.

I knew what I wanted even before I grabbed the pencil. It took me awhile, even a long while to meditate and think things over. I had the picture in my head on how it was going to be. Scripts, images, slideshows flashed repeatedly as I stared at the blank sheet in front of me. Then, came the unrealistic feeling- magic. It was magic when I started to bring it all to life. It was as if a fantasy unfolding before me as I carefully drew its existence.  I was very meticulous, very discreet in movement so as not to lapse any unwanted lines and strokes, any foolish mistakes on that piece.

Accidentally, unexpectedly, unfortunately, a book fell from the shelf and nudged me just enough to mess it up! *My word!* I stood back to see the big picture and wonder what has become of this supposed masterpiece of mine. Yes! A brilliant idea! Relieved of this feeling of panic, I smiled as I snatched the eraser and tried to undo it over again. It took me quite a long time to finally get rid of that ugly mark. To my dismay, it didn’t go away- the sign of my mistake was still there, scar-like. Realizing this, I had to ignore it and so I kept on going.

I must say that I had the strongest urge to just tear it off and throw it’s worth in the stinkpot, but I didn’t. Now that I think about it, I don’t know why I didn’t- whether because of somebody or something? I cannot tell. I just heard this screaming voice inside me, driving me crazy, making me think, leading me to consider, reconsider, accept and so then, let. Therefore, I let- let it all happen and let it all be. Because it was then, in my downpour of disappointments, I overcame my faults. It was then in my share of tears, I drafted and beautified an image as a whole. And it was then in my sorrow of so-called regrets, I was mesmerized. It was then that I painted her. She was, is, forever will be my masterpiece.

04
Oct

Caffeine Rush!

Waking up in recollection of the imaginations I had before, way before the awakening of any atom around me ever began.

As the sun’s rays slap my cheeks from side to side, I realized that I am neither in any dream nor any figment of thoughts; I am and always will be in this infinite reality. Even though it seems like a shiver of dejavu on my skin, it’s alright- at least I feel at ease to know that somehow, this morning, I am alive and breathing- inhaling and exhaling the living air and not death. I shifted to the right, protecting my eyeballs from the light, I felt the urge to get up, stretch and say HELLO to the world. What is the world? Where is the world? How is the world? Why is the world? All these are, in truth, not questions but merely question marks added to a statement anticipating its completion to be done someday, when the author finally finds the rest.

In the mean, it’s best to let it be. The transparency of the windows reveals its enmity with me, conspiring with the graceful curtains to blind me like never before. I muttered a word under my breath and covered myself with the blanket as swiftly as I can, but the time kept nudging my shoulders, telling me to flip up!

And so, as the patience and pride of my laziness tire of this consequent nagging around me, I decided to get up and smell the coffee! Heck decisions, I don’t even drink coffee, but whatever- the smell is sufficient to awaken my senses. In awhile, I’ll be wide awake along with everything around me and per chance, stop uttering confusing things to you but creativity to me…

24
Sep

I am FREE…

INDEPENDENCE. It is defined in deed, FREEDOM. It is characterized in form, VICTORY. It is reasoned in state, REBELLION. What is it, really? We know that everybody is entitled to their own opinion about anything in this world. As I am entitled to mine, I will not be silent.

As a partaker of this circumstance, I am independent; I have been,  I am, and I will always be. This is not said in a manner to bash all authorities around me, but it is stated in a sense that I am who I am and that I am my own.   Recently, I have undergone a lot of swift, drastic changes in my life. Some were hard, others were easy- all were fruitful. I wouldn’t enumerate them publicly(I might later on…), but I will say that they were done so- in relation to what we are talking about.

Independence, for me, is the ability to stand alone and realizing that others still have his back at the same time no matter what. It is the want to embark on a journey on his own and feel confident in the accomplishment that is done by him and him alone. It gives one a certain sense of responsibility, honor, glory, self-esteem and needless to say- pride(not that being prideful is good but it is profitable to build up oneself). It teaches the being that nothing in this world is handed to him in a silver platter just by twiddling his thumbs for he must act to gain. It molds a person to learn how to face consequences and live with his decisions, no regrets, take risks and never look back. It takes away the habit of depending upon somebody to step up the ladder so to speak. And this is in a manner of speaking, ME.

They see me as I am, and they say in my independence, I am practically free. Some say, I will inevitably be victorious one glorious day. Most say, I am but a stinking, smart Aleck, rebel. To all of these statements, I will not disagree. I moved out of my parent’s roof to create my own, I AM FREE; I live my risks, no regrets, and no looking back, accepting each consequence of every decision I make, I AM VICTORIOUS; I like to do it my way for the most part having the sense of responsibility and having the comfort of eliminating the chaos thinking, this is my life and nobody will live it but me, I AM A REBEL. You may say that I have such an attitude. Well, take it as you may folks- I don’t know what life will bring from this time on, but this one thing I know… I am me; I AM INDEPENDENT, I AM VICTORIOUS, I admit to be a REBEL, but I AM FREE!

27
Aug

I’M FAKING IT!

Hmmm… and you are reading this, because? You think I am actually faking something and telling on myself that I lied?! How dare you accuse me of such ludicrous behavior! And here I am to think you are a friend… Now, you turn out to be an accuser of innocent beings… I am innocent! You cannot look at me with those piercing eyes, glaring at me as though accusing me of something I’ve never even done just because of some “I’M FAKING IT!” title. Again, I say, you cannot do as such until I am proven guilty in which I shall make sure that it will be to your dismay in the end. I have not cheated anyone! I have not lied to you or to anybody else in that matter! The title meant something else- why can’t you be in touch with your feminine side for once and read between the lines…

Well, folks- there you have it. The ultimate drama. The pretentious emo. And you wonder… What for?

Let’s pretend somebody’s actually reading this silly post… and rant some more, or better yet let’s just endorse my so-called “foolishness” (by my father).

So, this WEBLOG of mine about absurdity and weird ideas has had some ups and downs- from late posts, to slow end web traffic, to nasty comments from people whom I actually knew (not so nasty but we’ll exaggerate- you get more sympathy that way), even to desperate listings on scam directories and ads- you name it; this blog has had it. Oh, and lest we forget, the unforgettable super technology disaster shutdown of my Hard Drive & OS that I was unable to express to the virtual/web world for SIX consecutive days I believe!Imagine that… Wouldn’t you have gone crazy with a capital K

This blog isn’t just for silly stuff (mostly it is)- it is for the most random things people can ever talk about from the most random person you’ll ever know (that would be me). Surprisingly, they make sense to me and to even you (try it); They can even make you laugh- they make me laugh. This was thought of and done to entertain both bored and bewildered with no dilly-dallys, just smiles and spits. And what do you know- it’s free! YEAH, you can smirk, smile, even LOL or ROTFL for free! You got that right for free! (What do you expect? I love Opensource softwares and Freebies)
You can come lounge in my blog be entertained by my funny, weird, absurd, sometimes informative and educational ideas! Yeah, well, I already said it’s free! I have nothing else to say, except you are one but one click away to

FREE HAPPINESS
!!! Help yourself!

03
Aug

Too Scared to Say Yes…

I had this meaningful conversation with *anonymous* a couple weeks ago, very meaningful leading to the asking of one important question and leading to the admittance of those words I haven’t said in years. I still can’t get it out off my head. I even dream about it although nothing was really accomplished in that said convo.

Once again, I will not say that it was a failure… I will not say I’m defeated… I will not say I failed… It was just one of those times that I was brave enough to risk  it when I knew I didn’t have a chance, when I knew nothing was going to come out of the move I made, when I knew my heart was in the line once again, when I knew I was going to feel what I felt again! I knew all those consequences ahead of time and yet it did not stop me from going ahead and doing it anyway, specifically admitting it, saying it. I was intrepid but hopeless. I know that was risky but I had no choice, it was say it then or wait more years.

Perhaps, you are wondering what those words are- I’d rather not say, we’ll leave that to your imagination. Although, if I was lucky enough and *anonymous* comes across this  and reads it, *anonymous* knows that I’m talking about him/her whoever *anonymous* is I’m not revealing that. We agreed to keep it between us…

I am thinking of the same again today… Oh the possibilities… Perhaps, all your “what ifs” and so-called regrets will go away if you weren’t so coward enough to admit it too, well you did but you would not indulge! Why not? Too scared? Too scared to say YES because you’re too scared to risk?!

“Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so
cynical about it… It really is worth fighting for, risking everything
for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk everything, you risk even
more.
Erica Jong

Indeed, I know you are… I guess only time will tell then, what will happen next. I am willing to wait even when I don’t understand what waiting is like. The thing about your suggestion to “move on” is that I find it pretty hard to do; Therefore, moving on is not an option. Patience is still a virtue with me. I know someday you’ll know and realize… when you finally see it in my eyes….

15
Jul

…tOrN… in between.

Ang buhay, may levels yan:
baby, paslit, kulit, punk, unndecided, settled(tigulang na).

Madami aspects ang buhay based on these levels. Pag baby ka, bine-baby ka…Pag paslit ka, wala ka pang alam. Pag kulit ka - kasi gusto mong malaman. Pag punk ka, feeling mo alam mo na lahat. Pag undecided - akala mo lang pala. Pag settled- balik ka na sa walang nalalaman kasi nagbago na lahat.

Ganito kasi yan, you see… (theory ko… almost proven- WARNING: LIVE EXPERIMENT: ako) Sa buhay kasi, wala kang nabubura.. nagsusulat ka lang- sulat ng sulat
minsan drawing pa nga.. iba-ibang pictures.. iba-ibang topic.. pareho
lang mensahe nun- BUHAY MO. Generally, isa lang talaga ang aspect..one aspect I call “change”…
Sa ayaw mo’t hindi… sh-it happens.. lol Seryoso, nangyari nga sa’kin.. di ko ginusto.. Di ko  naiwasan.

Nothing left but hiling.. To wish to turn back time.. grab your watch and scream: “Give me that day back, please!”
Pero wala na. Nangyari na.
Dami na rin nagbago… since…
Ugali, hitsura, Ikaw, Siya, everything else..

The problem is… Ako pa rin to… I can’t move on… for some odd reason I just can’t…

Things you can no longer do.
People.. oh yes, the people you used to know- know mo parin, pero malayo naman. Sabi ng operator- “The subscriber
cannot be reached” daw- same thing.
Even the person I was,
am…    and    wanna be
3 different beings.
Places I was,   I wanna be at, and
Place I am in…   all different things..
All I can say is…
WHILE I’M NOTICING these CHANGES…Tornapart_1
I’M ACTUALLY TRYING…trying to cope…
WHILE I’M COPING
I’M ADJUSTING
WHILE I’M ADJUSTING
I’M LEARNING
and while I’M LEARNING…
…IM TORN…

©2008 d infamous OJ

15
Jul

General Pinoy Crisis…

THE STAGNANT PEDICAB DRIVER

Pedikab

I saw him rise before sunrise-only to embark on the very same routes, only to breathe roadside smoke from engines,bringing
people to destinations about.

Indeed, I saw him get paid and count the money he earned from this apparent hard endeavor. A hundred pesos does not suffice his family neither enough for the kind of labor.

I felt the desire in his voice at the end of the day when I saw a want? No! Twas a wish, a dream… A hope of something more-more than being a pedicab driver by the Manila Bay shore.

I heard him sigh while we watched the sun set and was convinced this was his “life”- being a pro pedicab driver for to feed his kids and his wife. Little did I know- I was mistaken to judge- judge what I know to be his “life”.

For with no degree and no money to spend on one “This is the only thing…” to
me he said.
The only God-given skill he knows to serve the country he loves and fellow Filipinos. I realized his hope, his wish, his dream- and that this isn’t his “life” but only his “living”.

Because as reality in his world exists, he has no choice but to keep on waiting and none other option but under the stars keep on dreaming.

©2008 d infamous OJ

23
Jun

Just Overthinking…(II)

It’s the insatiable hunger for IT, I can barely hold myself…

Questions run in my head as such- is it possible for two people to stay together? For long? Forever (well at least for the rest of their lives)? If nobody thinks it is.. then why would one ever consider doing so- starting something so magical and end it suddenly?

As one looks out in the open, he ponders…seeing wedding rings on fingers; he wonders…hearing “I love you” here and there; he sighs…looking at a kiss; he
envies…? No, he stops… saying to himself, “Why isn’t this happening to me?” Perhaps, he asked the wrong question… I would ask him what’s “this”?

Everybody has different longings on what “this” can be… It can be the ring merely to be married. It can be the words only to find out they’re empty and unsatisfactory. It can be the kiss brought up by lust and not anything deeper than that existence. I’m sure it can be anything anybody would want it to
be. I’ll pause on what he could’ve meant and stake my plea.

For me, it can be friendship… friendship on fire. It can be sincerity… from one person to the next. It can be trust… wait that the right moment will happen.
Better yet, it can be plain Amour… to love and be loved by the one
you love. Unfortunately, things don’t always go the way you want them
to. They don’t proceed as planned… Somebody ends up getting hurt in
the process in order to live happily ever after… or is there even one?


I tell you… “this” is scary…
I’ll just let it be…

20
Jun

Just overthinking… (I)

There are pleasing entities that could never possibly quench the insatiable thirst for something wanted. Most especially if the so-called thing desired is something impossible and mere unrealistic to obtain. This, of course, leaves someone to wonder the whys, whens, and hows in the situation which appears to be a dilemma. It is not necessarily a problem but it is surely unsolved at the moment, and I do believe that it will not be fixed, at least not any time soon. Nobody knows whether it is confusion, way of thinking, or simply a flaming impulse (I don’t even know myself)- desire to explore an unknown world.

Why? Is a baffling question in my head. Why is Why even a question? Or Why such impulses? Why such thirst? Why? When all I want to do and experience is to be happy. Yes, happiness… It is indeed what every single creature in this world is aspiring for- isn’t it? I’m saying, we talk about dreams and what we want to be in life and we want something because this makes us happy and contented. Contentment… Nobody can ever be contented in anything. Our kind is the master of pursuit… pursuit in endless anything, Search anything without a dead end… What thing is without end? What thing makes this world tick? What thing can both make a person happy… yea, joy to top craziness and at the same time make a person sad leading him to the destruction of himself because of utter pain and despair? What is it then?

I tell you what it is… It is the four-letter word one defines to be more than a feeling but a decision. It is the four-letter word one chooses never to give up on. It is the four-letter word one has in them that ALWAYS prevails in everything…

It is indeed, as you’re thinking… LOVE

This entity… I am in search for…

(to be continued…)

24
May

“Confessions of a REBEL”

“No one can choose your mountain or tell you when to climb. It’s yours alone to challenge at your own pace and time.”

People may tell you to start; they may tell you to stop but it’s only you who can actually decide because they will not be the ones to take on the things you’re going to face, risks you’re going to take, and consequences you’re going to suffer, and fall into trips you’d fall into in the future. They absolutely have nothing to do with you because people are not SELFless, they’re SELFish.

The best solution for this complicated problem is to STOP, YIELD, Don’t say anything, KEEP SILENT. They can’t rule you that way. We may say that- but they try to anyway against our own volition. Don’t mind them because after all, they can’t choose your time, your clothes, your food- tell you when or what to eat, wear, and leave. It’s yours- at your own disposition! Don’t let anyone steal it from you- let alone rule over you because it’s all about responsibility…

We are responsible for the things we do.

That’s the same principle.

Besides, no one can promise you anything. If they’re true to their word and have enough character and intergrity, they won’t have to say it, it’ll be done, get done, and you’ll see it done! If they don’t do it then, it’s otherwise- they’re full of BS! That’s all they are and will be is TALK.  We don’t let people like those be superior- they need to be inferior to us for we take on things! Remember that!

They merely want us to think that we are irresponsible enough to live our own lives and now, they want to control ours so they can live theirs in ours! That’s horrendously unacceptable! It’s against human rights and even the law of nature! We are created with choices in our hands and freedom to uphold them in our midst!

We need to choose because if we don’t, the choice will make us as they choose it for us… and before long, there goes your life… down the drain.

Man! We only have one life; we only get one shot at it. Once we’ve spent it, we can NEVER take it back! We must not, therefore, allow ourselves to be robots living in the shadow of someone else- we have our own lives to live; let ‘em live theirs…

And if they pursue the matter, tell ‘em to go get a life and fly a kite!It’s that simple. This is the rebuttal from a rebel like me to meddlers like some people!

Live and let live man!

24
May

.Ponderings.

There are truths people choose to ignore and lies they choose to believe. There is “the sky” people attempt to reach and everything imaginable to be imagined they wish for when we all know it to be fictitious. What is it?

The point is to say:

There are things we cannot change in life. True. We have no other choice but to suck it all up and live with it. It has always been a baffle to me that we try to escape these so-called things in every which way we can… Before we know it, we find ourselves scheming the escape out of this inescapable world… I know I do.

It’s hard to believe that sometimes the person I hardly thought of becoming is the same person I am now. Man! How soon a being changes and does!

So, uhmmmmmmmmmmmm, this is me…

When others see one thing… we, ourselves, may see something way more different than anybody else saw or ever dreamed of seeing. Confused, are we? As to where these statements lead? They always say that about me. No worries… So am I.

I have often sat, just stared, and thought, “What in the heck of the world am I thinking?!”

Things in mind do confuse sometimes… all the time- in my case.

I don’t know. Je ne sais pas! FINI I guess… I’m all out of words to say…type…whatever…!

Speechless…

08
May

sTrUgGLe…

Things go on and on in an individual’s mind 24/7. They put no man to sleep or rest to a certain extent. Sometimes, most times, this doesn’t stop. Confusions, decisions, struggles and all. It’s as a well of water so deep nobody knows when the end would be or will it? So shallow, no idea where it started or did it even? Or has it always?

Right now, it is hard for me to admit that it is indeed difficult. It isn’t much of a struggle or confusion as it is my thoughts dealing with me. I am inflicting this to myself, having to hold on to things as tightly as I possibly can.

Desires, dreams, and longings- considerations more between denying , applying or dying to oneself. Things I want to experience(and probably the other…), most likely to happen(just a thought), than before considered a mistake.

Oh the possibilities one reckons from a failure caused by immaturity, foolishness(foremost), and lack of knowledge in the past. This is where change by nature kicks in…

Now, it is different. It is possible. Maybe it is the same. Maybe it is impossible.

08
May

raNdOm thoUght

It is not hard to believe what things come our way. These things come and in due time, they go.

The analogy is apparent in people- people in our lives. They come and they go. We come into people’s lives and so often we don’t notice that we just simply leave. And it’s not that we are doing it on purpose to hurt anybody, but it is necessary because once change comes – it stays. Now, it becomes us to see the choices. This happens under one’s decision.

So which is it? It is that change in people’s lives such as these we realize around us are not accidental but intentional. We are born with the intent of changing. Change, you say, in what manner?

In the manner of thinking… realizing the insignificance of such foolish things we did in the past, and desiring to spruce it up by learning in wisdom, and showing it in understanding- understanding one’s self in a matter. Not as much as what’s commonly said, “Learn from your mistakes.” I believe we learn from them somehow, but it does worse in us than better.

The stress in which the person is in- when faults are thought of, especially with the desire to redo the act all over again.

Therefore, it is best to leave the matter alone. Although, surely we don’t want to- but we should. We must quit thinking excessively.

Change… in a lot of ways I don’t know. I can’t explain how when we say that we’re not going to change and that it’ll all be the same, later, we have and we’re all different than what we used to be.

We just cannot help that there is such a word on earth as “change”, such a word on earth as “nature”, such a word on earth as “is”, and such a truth on earth as “Change is Nature.” I don’t know of any reason why- it just is. That is quite okay though I believe because as I change, you change too… As we both change, therein lays a common entity between us. I think that is one grand thing…