I know its none of my business pero wala, gusto ko e. And its none of their business as well kung ibloblog ko to. Anyway, ayun, nakita ko kasi sa facebook ko ang isang bagong uploaded na album. Ang title “My new baby, blah blah”. And the album’s full of her pictures together with her “NEW” camera. Tapos mga comments pa dun, “like how much did you buy?” ang sagot “mga 74k +”
E pag tinignan mo naman photos nya, ni isa walang album na matino ang pictures. Pa-show off lang yung camera, its put into a not so good use. Grr.
Anyway, monday na naman bukas. Late na naman ako. Iknow.
Have a nice day guys. Even if it’s quite late to say this. Haha
“Destiny, I feel, is also a relationship—a play between divine grace and willful self-effort.
Half of it you have no control over; half of it is absolutely in your hands, and your actions will
show measurable consequence. Man is neither entirely a puppet of the gods, nor is he en-
tirely the captain of his own destiny; he’s a little of both. We gallop through our lives like circus
performers balancing on two speeding side-by-side horses—one foot is on the horse called
“fate,” the other on the horse called “free will.” And the question you have to ask every day
is—which horse is which? Which horse do I need to stop worrying about because it’s not un-
der my control, and which do I need to steer with concentrated effort?”—Elizabeth Gilbert
Bakit yung ibang tao na ineexpect mong makakaintindi, yun pa yung mga taong biglang kitid yung utak? Pera ba yung rason? Kung bibigyan kaya sila ng pera ngayon tatahimik sila? And do they really need to do those personal attacks? And by doing so, will it satisfy their thirst for revenge? Will it make them the smarter and the ‘breeded’ ones? Are they willing to risk ‘family’ over their egos?
Today marks the NTH day of my boredom life here at S**.
Just a while ago, I was so bored that I googled the term BOREDOM and came across a blog describing the causes of it. I was immediately intrigued. Here’s an excerpt:
A major cause of boredom is lack of variety. Human beings appear to have a need for changes of stimulation. Imagine yourself confined to a small room with no windows, no telephone, no television set, no books to read, no interesting pictures on the wall, and no visitors. You probably would soon find yourself unbearably bored. As Robert S. Woodworth, a leading motivational theorist in the 1920s and 1930s, put it, “The eyes want to see and the ears want to hear.” Various experiments in sensory isolation have demonstrated that if volunteer subjects are deprived of changes of stimulation, they will begin to have mild hallucinations. They may see spinning, glowing patterns or hear odd sounds.
Dati ang bilis bilis ko magbasa ng libro, mga one or two days lang tapos na. Yung mga HP, Twilight books,etc. Isang pasada lang tapos agad. Etong EAT. PRAY. LOVE. mag-iisang linggo na ata, di ko pa rin natatapos.. Hehe! Ang sarap kasi iabsorb bawat philosophy at nakakanosebleed rin yung ibang terms.. Kaya double basa bawat paragraph. 1/3 na ako ng book and I’m loving every line.. Thanks Elizabeth Gilbert!
“There’s a reason we refer to “leaps of faith” - because the decision to consent to any notion of divinity is a mighty jump from the rational over to the unknowable, and I don’t care how diligently scholars of every religion will try to sit you down with their stacks of books and prove to you through scripture that their faith is indeed rational; it isn’t. If faith were rational, it wouldn’t be by definition faith. Faith is belief in what you cannot see or prove or touch.”—Elizabeth Gilbert - ‘Eat Pray Love’ (via venuschild)
I hear your questions I see your face Your life before you Is full of grace But come listen close And I’ll try to let you know Even if I’m young, this is what i know:
"That there’s no magic There are no secrets We all begin this race at the start Deep down inside I think we’re all the same Try not to judge someone And please never shame I do believe that people are good They just want hope and respect And to be understood Sometimes it hard Sometimes it’s strange But the truth of the heart is people can change Yes there is danger and there are shadows And there is fear inside the dark People get scared sometimes but fear shouldn’t rule the heart..”
Oh boy, I realized I had skipped a lot of FEATURED FRIEND DAYS.. I had been busy with, umm *insert lame excuse here*.. Haha!! Will be posting the 4th victim right after this.. So..So..So who to pick now? Hmm..
I would like this entry to be a vessel of words that every unassuming, Filipino youth can call his or her own.
Today I witnessed one of the most atrocious acts humanity has ever seen. Blood spilt, fingers pointed in all directions, and so much compassion and sympathy turning into spite and anger. Fellow Filipinos, I feel your pain. I feel your anger. Whether it is with the media, whose blind incompetence further fed a madman’s blood lust. Or Manila’s Finest, whose obvious lack of training has made a possibly peaceful exchange into a bloody altercation. We are even angry at our leaders, our politicians, who seemingly did nothing but throw out words and blame at each other, and exclaim the sorry state of our mother nation. Yes, I, as you, am deeply livid. Livid to the point of shame towards my nationality. But as I cursed and screamed and cried, I came to realize something: I have been looking through a telescope. Quirino Grandstand is miles away as I wept in distance. Truth be told, it is very easy not to care. How will this really affect the food I eat, the job or school I go to, or the people I say my hello’s and goodnight’s to? But to hell with that! The fact of the matter is, I DO care. There is a sense of nationalistic altruism in my blood somehow.
If only through a telescope.
I urge you, fellow Filipinos, to look at a mirror instead.
I have come to recognize that none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for me. I am to blame. And I accept all the repercussions this event entails. I have not always REALLY cared for this country. This morning, I was not thinking about the inherent problems of social media. I was not pondering on answers for poverty. I was not thinking of how I could be a part of the solution for corruption and street violence. This morning, I had my own life. And suddenly, with the whole world watching, with the problem growing out of proportion, and with my fellow Filipinos affected, I began to care like a mother to her crying child. I am a sleeping giant, poked by a pin. Now, all my thoughts are dedicated to the flaws of Philippine government and media. And all my emotions are dedicated towards nationalism and unity. I am angered and displeased. But what have I done? I’ve simply tweeted some curses, blamed some people, offered a few well wishes and prayers, and that’s it.
One month from now, I will not think of Captain Mendoza or the people who have died and suffered in this ordeal. And why should I? Life goes on. But I ask you, fellow Filipinos, WHERE do we move on to? How do we live our lives from here? I believe that today was a message from God. Maybe I SHOULD think about the country more often. Maybe I SHOULD start doing something of my own to remedy the problems plaguing our nation. Maybe I SHOULD add the country to my nightly prayers. Right after I pray for my parents. My brothers. My sisters. All of whom I love dearly. Maybe I SHOULD start loving the country like I love them.
I place blame on myself because had I been doing all these things, had I lived my life even 10% more towards Nationalism and the improvement of my environment, I think maybe people like Captain Mendoza wouldn’t exist. Maybe media wouldn’t be so defective. Maybe our police officers would be more adept. And maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have to have my telescopic sympathy turn into blind rage.
When Ondoy struck, I wept for this country. I handed out my donations, did volunteer work, and helped rebuild our city. But what then? What now? Honestly speaking, for me, Ondoy is past and I have not really done anything to remedy the situation. I am not even close to ready in case another storm of that magnitude hits. I’ve stopped caring. Even when deep inside me, I know I should care more. And even when, back then, I felt like I wanted to help the entire world. And for this, I am truly sorry.
Conversely, this is why I am truly sorry for the events that transpired today. I am at fault. I promise to do better. I promise to be a beacon of change. I promise to admit my faults and my selective sympathy. I promise that I will live my life, even to the least extent, making sure that something like this will never happen again.
I am deeply sorry, humanity. I ask that you forgive not only Captain Mendoza, or the media, or the police, but I as well. I am in debt to you and I can only hope that my words can help my fellow youth feel as I do.
I am Jay Abastillas. A Filipino. 22 years old. And I am sorry that I don’t pray for the country enough.