Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Realizations in 2013


Make FRIENDS.

You are what you do - not what you say. 
Actions and  words should not be mutually exclusive.

Have a firm handshake.
More that just a greeting. It is also a message about your personality and confidence level.

SMILE always. =)

Never interrupt another person when they are speaking. 
Conversations aren’t a contest.

READ.

Be thankful and appreciate what you have.

PRAY.

It's really never too late to learn something new.

TIME is the greatest gift that you can give to someone.



I know it sounds cliche, but those are a few of the things that I realized. I hope you year was full of realizations. Have a happy and colorful New Year! 

Monday, December 2, 2013

Quarter Life Crisis

It feels like any other time travel.

You get back on your feet. Feel your limbs get back to work, your body warming up and wonder where you are. And where your clothes are.

And then, you feel the rush of cold wind greet your face. You clasp both your arms because the cold is too much. A tear traces it's way to your cheek down to the side of your lips. Your eyesight clouded. The more fear you feel.

`Where am I?` is the least you could spare your intellect. A question would be the most logical and only thing you could think of right now. You just have to accept it. You're lost. Somehow.

`How did I get here?` more questions. 

The saddest part of traveling through time is that you never know where you might end up, or how did you end up being there. It's a fascination with people like me how you cope up with being random. Then it hits me. 

I examine my nakedness and try to give a guesstimate of where in time I've been hurled to. Scars, facial hair, eye bags, penis size. I'm somewhere in my late twenties. I haven't had the knee scar yet.

I spread my arms, lifting my face up in the cloudless afternoon sky and feel the energy of youth. I am young again. 

And I am restless again.

The thoughts came rushing in as the continual cold scamper through my skin getting in, longing for my insides, longing to infect it with the cold. I am young. I am restless. I am energetic. I am cold. I am lost.

Then as if time strips me of wisdom, that I acquired through those excruciating hurdles of life, I don't know what I want. I am still standing here in the middle of nowhere, mosquitoes feasting on my blood. I am still standing here but I cannot find myself anymore.

Again.

I thought it was just my stomach complaining. A grumble in the middle of this juvenile flexible body. Starvation. But no. As I instinctively clutched my center, the hole pulled me in, turning me inside out. Then I feel for the floor.

It feels like any other time travel.

You get back on your feet. Feel your limbs get back to work, your body warming up and wonder where you are. And where your clothes are.


You decided long ago not to keep track of time. There is no right time anyway.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

I Started a Joke



Admittedly I didn't see the show, I cannot comment on the context of the joke. 

But based on what I've read, obviously the subject matter is a serious one. 

Having said that, anyone who's been raped will not find it funny. 

He or she will find it offensive. 

Women who've been subjected to sexual assault will not find it funny. 

Anyone who's been bullied in one form or another will not find it funny either. 

True, it was just a joke and it was all for laughs. 

But like any form of entertainment, comedy can be in bad taste or good taste. 

I think this one falls in the former. 

What saves the comedian on this issue is that there is free speech in this country.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Law

Every law is crafted for a special reason that aims the betterment of the general public, the public interest, or the common good.

However, the provisions of the law are rendered meaningless if the public themselves, much more the students of law, are unaware of the significance of the provisions of the law and how they work.

The reason why some laws failed to achieve their objectives is the poor enforcement and lack of awareness of the people, who are supposed to know them specifically, members of the legal community.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Red

How would you describe red to a blind person?

It is impossible for somebody to describe color red to a blind person. A blind person could hardly identify what color red is for he is deprived of visual perception.