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! 

Sunday, December 29, 2013

12/19 UPDATE - New Year's Resolution

An overdue post.

DISCIPLINE. That’s how things should be. So that's how I'll make it.
  • I should scour the whole world. Finish off all the places to be at. I’ll become the backpacker I’ve always wanted to be.
  • I'll buy a new Laptop. 
  • Learn how to ride a bicycle.
  • I'll start getting organized. With my work planner, and personal organizer, this should be a bit easier. I'll save time, make time and use time.
  • Find a new job, hopefully. Hello Abroad! Ha-ha
  • I'll start studying some recipes. Practice cooking. I should have cooked all the recipes in my mind by end of the year.
  • Quit DRINKING.
  • I'll not buy a phone. I'm happy with my current one, and I'll not fall for advancements or anything. Hello iPhone 5S.
  • Spend more time with my family and friends
  • I'll limit my rice and start eating healthy. At least it's a conscious effort.
  • After months of thinking about it, I have decided to start working out. But not make an obsession of it.
  • I’ll get back to reading. At least 1 book a month. I’ll re-establish book hour. I can do this.
  • Although difficult, I’ll continue saving money, and make sure not to spend it.
  • More SLEEP!
  • I’ll stop drinking coffee
  • Remain being the kid that I am. Keep my perspectives and perceptions fresh. Continue in being naively unprejudiced. And let this point mature. I have a feeling this will be most useful this year.
  • Learn something NEW.
  • SHARE my Blessings and Help others.
  • ENJOYING LIFE MORE.


HAPPY NEW YEAR 
2014! =)

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.