28 September 2007
Comitis
Friends are an essential part of our lives. They're there when we're in our best, and never leaves when we're at our worst. An extension of our soul, they know well our personality. They know whether we're in a bad mood, or have problems. Friends are our secret lovers. They may be less than that of our romantic partners, but their love and devotion might be greater than what your partner gives you.
That is why, it is extremely painful to lose a friend. Or even having a friend see you lower than what he usually does. It's even more painful than that we experience during break ups. Seeing an extension of yourself go away and be indifferent can make one go depressed.
But the most painful feeling is that when you think of the memories you shared, and you realize that you can't bring back those memories, that everything won't be the same way as they did before.
Emo? Nah.
That is why, it is extremely painful to lose a friend. Or even having a friend see you lower than what he usually does. It's even more painful than that we experience during break ups. Seeing an extension of yourself go away and be indifferent can make one go depressed.
But the most painful feeling is that when you think of the memories you shared, and you realize that you can't bring back those memories, that everything won't be the same way as they did before.
Emo? Nah.
Labels: Emo shit
27 September 2007
Singapura
My life has been on the rocks lately, as it was plagued by problems, dilemmas and depressions. I thought I needed a vacation that's why I've decided to tag along my dad's business trip. And now, I have just come back from a four day break in the city of the Merlion - Singapore.
Singapore is a fine city. I meant that both metaphorically and literally. The moment the plane landed, my amazement for the country was intensified with what I saw. Warm flight attendants, organized and systematic services and a clean airport: a concrete manifestation of the wealth and discipline of the Singaporeans.
I toured the nation-city by foot, by train and by taxi all by myself. There was no one to accompany me as my dad was busy with work and my mom was too tired to travel. So there I went around interacting with the locals, asking around for directions and instructions on how to get to mass transportation. And boy was it fun! I discovered a lot from those simple conversations with the citizens. It also gave me a chance to reflect and plan for my life.
Shopping was inevitable. I was tempted to buy a lot of stuff, mainly pasalubongs for revered friends and relatives, clothes, food and gadgets. I had to bargain a lot of stuff and the store owners were gracious enough to let me buy their goods at a cheap price. Imagine bargaining for a mobile phone. Sheesh.
The people in general were friendly, and one would feel safe and comfortable around them. There was minimal crime there, and everyone was disciplined. If only weren't for some flaws, one can think Singapore as utopia. How I wish that our mother country be at par or maybe better than that of what is Singapore now.
But as they say, all good things must come to an end. My temporary high ended. I had to go back to my old self.
Singapore was like my escape. My escape from the chaos that beleaguers my life. But now, my euphoria is over. I'm back to the life I've left behind. Maybe I can't escape this situation, and maybe the only thing to overcome problems is facing them with poise and rationality.
Crap, di ba halatang depressed ako? Ewww, i'm slowly turning into an Emo prince! =))
Singapore is a fine city. I meant that both metaphorically and literally. The moment the plane landed, my amazement for the country was intensified with what I saw. Warm flight attendants, organized and systematic services and a clean airport: a concrete manifestation of the wealth and discipline of the Singaporeans.
I toured the nation-city by foot, by train and by taxi all by myself. There was no one to accompany me as my dad was busy with work and my mom was too tired to travel. So there I went around interacting with the locals, asking around for directions and instructions on how to get to mass transportation. And boy was it fun! I discovered a lot from those simple conversations with the citizens. It also gave me a chance to reflect and plan for my life.
Shopping was inevitable. I was tempted to buy a lot of stuff, mainly pasalubongs for revered friends and relatives, clothes, food and gadgets. I had to bargain a lot of stuff and the store owners were gracious enough to let me buy their goods at a cheap price. Imagine bargaining for a mobile phone. Sheesh.
The people in general were friendly, and one would feel safe and comfortable around them. There was minimal crime there, and everyone was disciplined. If only weren't for some flaws, one can think Singapore as utopia. How I wish that our mother country be at par or maybe better than that of what is Singapore now.
But as they say, all good things must come to an end. My temporary high ended. I had to go back to my old self.
Singapore was like my escape. My escape from the chaos that beleaguers my life. But now, my euphoria is over. I'm back to the life I've left behind. Maybe I can't escape this situation, and maybe the only thing to overcome problems is facing them with poise and rationality.
Crap, di ba halatang depressed ako? Ewww, i'm slowly turning into an Emo prince! =))
Labels: the World is my stage.
04 September 2007
Numbers
Two 2.5's. One 1.5. One 1.0. Great.
Depressed. That's probably what I can be described as during the course cards day. The day of Judgment, as what me and the gang call it. I've got my grades already, and it's not the grades one would be proud of. I know, at least I passed. But it's not a reason to be happy. I don't wanna settle for mediocrity. Yeah, but I know for a fact that I deserved that grade. I've been guilty of being quite complacent and here it is, the consequence of my stupidity. I know for myself that I can do better at my academics. I just have to find the right (and lasting) motivation to get things done right and get that 4.0.
When after course cards day, It has been usually my tradition to go alone to Starbucks to reflect and this time, to grieve. So after I got all my cards, I found myself ordering the usual cinnamon swirl and that strawberries and cream frap, then found a seat in that comfy shop and slacked off. As I watch people while sipping through the straw, I've come to ponder on a question that crossed my mind.
"Why does this numbers affect us so much? They're just numbers."
Let's face it. These numbers we call grades affects us greatly as a human being. It dictates the kind of work and career we would get. Add to that, these dictates the quality of life we would have. And, to some extent, these numbers dictate the kind of people we would be. Why is that so? Is these numbers that so important that it holds key to our pivotal moments in life?
Grades, just like money, is important too. These helps us to better ourselves to be prepared for the world of vicious predators and cruel monkeys. It's isn't bad too be a GC person. But, just like money, it shouldn't be the center of our lives. Studying to get good grades isn't bad, as long as you get the essence of what you're studying for.
Crap. I can't believe I'm this depressed. Halata pang minadali ko tong post ko. :P Siguro depressed ako dahil din hindi ako nakakuha ng tickets for Sunday's game. Man, wala na akong pera para sa scalper bumili. Amf. Oh well. I hope La Salle wins this time.
Depressed. That's probably what I can be described as during the course cards day. The day of Judgment, as what me and the gang call it. I've got my grades already, and it's not the grades one would be proud of. I know, at least I passed. But it's not a reason to be happy. I don't wanna settle for mediocrity. Yeah, but I know for a fact that I deserved that grade. I've been guilty of being quite complacent and here it is, the consequence of my stupidity. I know for myself that I can do better at my academics. I just have to find the right (and lasting) motivation to get things done right and get that 4.0.
When after course cards day, It has been usually my tradition to go alone to Starbucks to reflect and this time, to grieve. So after I got all my cards, I found myself ordering the usual cinnamon swirl and that strawberries and cream frap, then found a seat in that comfy shop and slacked off. As I watch people while sipping through the straw, I've come to ponder on a question that crossed my mind.
"Why does this numbers affect us so much? They're just numbers."
Let's face it. These numbers we call grades affects us greatly as a human being. It dictates the kind of work and career we would get. Add to that, these dictates the quality of life we would have. And, to some extent, these numbers dictate the kind of people we would be. Why is that so? Is these numbers that so important that it holds key to our pivotal moments in life?
Grades, just like money, is important too. These helps us to better ourselves to be prepared for the world of vicious predators and cruel monkeys. It's isn't bad too be a GC person. But, just like money, it shouldn't be the center of our lives. Studying to get good grades isn't bad, as long as you get the essence of what you're studying for.
Crap. I can't believe I'm this depressed. Halata pang minadali ko tong post ko. :P Siguro depressed ako dahil din hindi ako nakakuha ng tickets for Sunday's game. Man, wala na akong pera para sa scalper bumili. Amf. Oh well. I hope La Salle wins this time.
Labels: School Blues
