Point of Reasoning.

So I was thinking,what if everything you did wrong in your life could be right in a blink of an eye?

What if everything that you said wrong could be changed?
What if every wrong action would be put into good?

What’s going to happen then? How will our perspectives change?
How will we be like?

How could our lives be like if some changes never happened? If some words were never said,if some lies had not covered up truths. In every life lived there will always be one path made to cover another,We all have our ideal worlds we’d love to live in, Worlds that revolve around Money,Fame and Power,Worlds that revolve only around society, and those kinds of stuff.
I honestly have never fully understood how the human mind works, Although I have studied it I have still found it hard to understand things from what they are. You could diagnose and give a pathway of thoughts but it does not really give you an actual answer, it mearly points to a highly possible direction and or point out the cause but never be able to predict the actual outcome.
Its like hypothetical bullshit.
But just does not sound or look like it.
Quite amusing actually,then it just drives you crazy
Just the same way as how easily some friends could exchange you for new ones in a snap. I guess maybe sometimes we just do things simply because we just wanted to be heard, or maybe we have a message we just couldn’t get through,then all the sudden the action turns into something that was highly misinterpreted. Then everything else just bursts out of control.Then all of the sudden you’re left alone,just alone because in their minds you are made of evil.(Or something like that nature). I think this is part of the growing up thing.,and if this is then Its a rocky one.I just hope that everything changes to the way it was ment to go.

The “Happy Valentines Honey” pressure is on

For quite some time now I have always been having the “Valentine’s Day” pressure from my circle. I don’t really get the point in general however, I get the humor that is enclosed in it.

It just simply means ” Get a  LOVE life Bitch!” or better yet let me give you the real message.. “Get a STRAIGHT Guy Bitch!”

There,…. but even if you all are a bunch of meanies I still Love you all 🙂

Like what I always say, Maybe having a partner is amazing but maybe not everyone needs one after all, So I already pretty much assume that I won’t get a date this valentines day, But I’m fine with that.

On that day I’d just say Happy Valentines!! if you’re not with anyone ……PRETEND you are im sure it wouldn’t be as bad at all.

Choices

We are the lot of unfair creatures

We were always given a choice it was only a matter which or what to pick, However this is where indecisiveness comes in. With whatever we pick there will always be a consequence or there will always be a following action to whatever you choose, the outcome could be either beneficial or destructive depending on how you take on things.

We all have this habit of finding that loophole to blame when we fail to pick the better option, We would always with no doubt find a reason why it should not be how it’s supposed to be (talk about finding a sense of explanation). And if things go wrong we blame the universe and everything that conspires it, not realizing that this is an outcome of the initial action that we have decided upon. The universe has nothing to do with your mind’s decision, The universe simply acts upon what we have decided to do.

I was never good in making choices. I was always the one who rushed into things and would only wait for the consequences to arrive, It may have something to do with age however I always was as carefree as the wind.Not considering the effects it may bring. In my world it was always “que sera” . But as time passes by and things within my world change the perspectives that I have about change continues to grow,It would sometime be wonderful or disastrous.

May it be with work,life ,love or my relationship to people and everyone i consider a part of my “universe” I never ran out of choices, I am at times foolish enough to let myself believe that I have no other options. Because I do, it’s just sometimes I choose not to see it. Sometimes everything is indeed easier said than done, but as long as I continue to be me and moving on to evolve myself into a better person then I guess at the end of the day it will still be ok.

Everyone has their own perspective of things and how choices are sent to their place, But like what Patrick said “If  it’s not alright, It’s not the end”

School..

I went through 6 years of primary school, 4 years of middle school, and 4 years of College (well if you want to include nursery and kindergarten then that would be a whole different count) so that’s a total of 14 years of  what society calls “Standard Education”. But the thing that I find absolutely interesting is this.. Do we really need everything that we learn in school?? like really…. I mean when did Senior Capstone in Psychology have anything to do with cooking?? When did sociology have anything to do with taking care of a hamster? or a fish to be preciseBut don’t get me wrong I’m not saying that were not supposed to go to school, Because if I didn’t im pretty sure I  would be illiterate on a lot of things I mean I wont be able to read or write, Or defend myself with the use of sarcasm.(kidding) and I definately won’t be able to learn a few of life’s lessons here and there in school.In pre-school I wouldn’t know how be sincere in so many things if my classmate was not a special child who needed so much care and attention, In grade school I wouldn’t know the meaning of fear if I was not expelled because I pushed a nun teacher  into the maintenance closet, In middle school I wouldn’t truly know the meaning of friendship and how important it is for a person. As well as the meaning of diligence,moreover I was introduced to Alcohol,Smoking,Sex and all the other fun stuff a teen does. In College it was a whole different ball game I needed to learn how to manage my time well for both work and school, I also needed to learn to work my way around things, I was slowly being immersed to the real world.At first I thought that it sucks but eventually I learned to accept it, But still when did the subject of biology have anything to do with learning how to write and drive?

I hated Algebra, Trigonometry and Physics, Numbers made my head twirl.During the mid terms It made me sick it even gave me nightmares of a number trying to eat me alive. I only liked a few subjects like science and P.E (Physical Education) everything else I had something to say on. (But hey I kinda excelled in school even if  I was not a  big fan of the subjects). They say that  school is a big factor on how you become molded as a person I’m not totally sure that applies to everyone.

I guess it truly depends on how one forsees school or how one is introduced to it. Whats important is for one not to substitute SENSE for STUPIDITY. But as we go on in our lives we all have a bit of learning here and there and a little growing up to do every single day. Like what they say that we will prolly never graduate from the school of life but at least we learn a bit knick knack here and there.

But thank God I no longer have to do those horrific formula to find the equivalent of x|y raised to the 3rd power.

Amichi is Love :)

Last Tuesday I had dinner with a few great people I work with. We all then decided to have dinner at Amichi.

Inside Amichi was Caramia,A dessert shop that serves amazing gelato. All I know is gelato is ice cream I’m not really sure if there is some sort of difference with it.True enough we all had a scoop of gelato after the heavy dinner. We de just decided to settle for pasta and pizza (carb load…CARRRRRBBBBBB LLLLOOOAAADD) we then ended up with 4 pizza and 2 huge plates  of Spinach pasta. But then we learned that they served BEER!! so it was pizza+pasta+beer+gelato= huge belly and love 🙂

The funny thing there was Anton, who is the resident food guru and food consumer (who like eats every hour!) couldn’t decide on what to order he stated that I choose to be “diplomatic” when I am eating with friends. 🙂 Meaning to say regardless he wants whoever he is eating to choose what they wanted to eat.

That’s what he said.. but anyway as long as the food is awesome and I have great company then that definitely means it’s a great dinner

Late night hang-ups

for the past week I have been constantly praying ” Lord Have Mercy ” and so far he has still showed me grace.Even if I have gained weight, like seriously. As of the moment I am still awaiting answers as to what my class status will be however I can never say things enough for sure. So here I am around 2 in the morning at my brother’s house watching project runway,planning for an event and eating cake bread,coffee and coke ZERO. ( i still hate the after taste of the aspartame.) And the only thing that goes through my mind is that no matter how stressed I am and how disappointed I am It does not take so much to cheer me up.

I got another reading from Anton after my class yesterday. The gay figure is still prominent and I have nothing against it. Well I have no questions about it any further but there was one thing that caught my attention greatly.The presence of an IMPOTENT AGED MALE” in my future….OMFG…..what in the word would that mean.

OMFG>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I could just scream.

So anyway I am still figuring things out and how I should make my decisions and not everything is going to be sweet.Because at the end of the day whatever happens tomorrow depends on how I decide how today will be.But for now I will settle for late night coffee cups and good company.

Silly Bands and Bracelets

Before there were silly bands.

Bracelets. Jewelry. Girls of all ages and personalities (sporty, girly, princess, diva, tom boy, musical, academic, ballerina, etc.) wear them. Shoe laces and hockey laces, beads of all shapes and sizes, Lance Armstrong inspired bands to promote causes, wrist bands from amusement parks, leather bands with studs, diamonds that sparkle in the sunshine. They are all unique. All special. Just like the girls that wear them around their wrists. With the recent popularity of “Silly Bands,” and my recent time spent with a bunch of mainly MNL girls – elementary, middle and high school, and college age, I was once again reminded of bracelets. Sure, girls wore Silly Bands on their sweaty wrists (it was a sports camp) and traded with friends at camp, but they also made bracelets for one another – gave them to friends and roommates. It got me thinking. Thinking about girls. Thinking about relationships and friendships. Thinking about camp and counselors. Thinking about what it takes to make it work – to make a friendship strong. The answer is in the friendship bracelet. Fragile and colored. Strings of varying lengths and strengths. Each bracelet hand-made with a specific person in mind. The colors, bright and contrasting, yet always complimenting. Supplies of little expense. Though the time spent weaving and braiding, tying and twisting can be laborious and long, it is never without reward. The bracelets may last for years, or be lost after a few hours or days. But they exist. As a sign to the world – a sign that friendships take work and time – work and time that is worth the effort. Seeing the colorful floss spread out on bunk beds and dorm room floors, Scotch taped to girls’ legs while they created various designs (I only know one design…and it’s the most popular — aka – the easiest), I was reminded of friendship bracelets I used to make. Of friendship bracelets I used to wear. They are long gone. Thrown out with the left over hotdish of the night. Tucked back in my years of sleepovers and car pools. The pictures from my younger years prove that I spent hours on end with my friends at camp, youth events, and friends’ houses creating Klutz friendship bracelets and trading them with each other. Every bracelet received was a precious gift – symbolizing more than a BFF heart necklace on a cheap string ever could. They were gifts. Of time. Labor. Love. And friendship. Gifts that cannot be re-gifted or returned. Gifts that are now just memories – reminders of the friends from my past. The friends who knew and still know everything about me. Kind of odd. Don’t ya think? Those friendship bracelets were supposed to last forever. Those friendships were supposed to last forever. But we let them fray to a point beyond repair. We let them slip off our wrists – misplaced and tossed. We let scissors snip them off – cutting all ties to our friends. We let ourselves forget the friendships woven into the strings. Why did we let that happen? What could we have done differently? How many other girls have clipped their bracelets off? Had I known how much I cared about those bracelets, those friends, I wouldn’t have played with scissors. As sad as it may be, it is in the past. I can’t focus on lost bracelets from middle school. Because there are new bracelets to be braided. New friends to create with my one and only friendship bracelet pattern… Right now, well, my most current friendship bracelet was made for me at camp by a camper. I picked my colors: bold and boyish. She tugged and twisted the colors into a pattern. Minutes after choosing my colors she revealed the bracelet. At first it looked like it would fit on Barbie’s wrist or waist. There really is no difference between the two. I wrapped it around my wrist and tied the loose ends. It fits perfectly. That was August 6. It’s now August 18. Short time, yes, but that bracelet remains on my wrist. Stretched and faded. Washed and fraying. Comfortable and colorful. I wear it with pride. I wear it with remembrance. I wear it because it was created to symbolize friendship – with all its knots and kinks, frays and fades, patterns and prints. This post on bracelets, friendships – silly and not – is more than just about the dyed yarns and “how-to” books. The deeper issue for me is the loss. The loss of bracelets and friendships. So, my hope is that this new Silly Band kick everyone is so obsessed with does not replace the most irreplaceable bracelets of friendship and loyalty, of childhood and adolescence. I hope girls don’t forget what it takes to make a friendship work – to set it up, to lay a foundation, to build it from nothing, to weave and re-weave, to add life and meaning. I hope girls don’t forget to take time from all their silly banding and remember who their friends are – remember who they want to tie to their hearts to – in whatever pattern they choose – in whatever colors they like.

So now I ask. You answer.

1. What is your experience with Friendship Bracelets?

2. Do you still remember a specific bracelet?

3. Seriously, why do we forget the meaning of the bracelets? The friendship behind them?

4. Is it wrong to place such value on a piece of string tied around your wrist? Should we use something else to “symbolize” friendships?

5. When was the last time you made a friendship bracelet? Received a friendship bracelet?

6. Am I in my own life boat, or do other people only know how to make one pattern? The three-colored one — you cross one color over the other two and pull…you keep going and it starts twisting that color and then you switch…

Did that make sense?! if it did then good…

Unhooked and Unsettled: Lie to Me

In seventh grade, a good friend of mine rolled into our first hour science class with her hair in butterfly clips (you remember those multi-colored hair clips that came in different colors and were overused by moms as well as teenage girls?). Now, this was not the “normal” way to wear butterfly clips (read: hair parted down the middle, one clip on each side). No, she’d taken it to a whole new level, with her hair in a ponytail, separated into eight pieces, all held to her scalp by a rainbow of butterfly clips. This resulted in her looking like she had spikes coming from eight angles of her head. It was not a pretty picture, for anyone, let alone an awkward seventh-grade girl. So, when she asked me what I thought of her “cool new hair-do,” what exactly was I supposed to say? “Well, I probably wouldn’t wear my hair like that,” I told her as I desperately looked for something about the ‘do that I could compliment. “But I like that you used four different colors of clips.” That comment started a minor seventh-grade feud between my friend and I. She didn’t take my comment as well as I’d hoped, and I couldn’t justify lying to her, even to make her feel better. I was supposed to be her friend – I was the one who should be most able and willing to tell her the truth. But that’s not always the case with our best friends. Often we count on those closest to us to back us up, to take our sides, to blindly support us, no matter what conclusion we come to. We inadvertently ask the people we consider our “besties” to lie to us. An acquaintance of mine got married this summer, despite the fact that a few of her closest friends questioned her relationship. She even outright told one friend that she didn’t want any more questions about why she was getting married, what she loved about her fiancé or what steps they were taking to ensure their commitment would indeed last; she preferred only what she deemed “supportive, encouraging words” instead. Though the “if you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all” adage seems like good advice, blatantly asking friends to keep their concerns to themselves is romantic relationship suicide. Our friends know us best – they’ve likely seen us at our worst, our most selfish, our most arrogant, our greediest, our most unkind. And they’re still our friends. Once we get to a place where we don’t actually want their honest opinions, maybe it’s because we know we’re doing something wrong. It doesn’t have to be that blatant either. The same principle applies when we get defensive at friends who are kind enough to tell us the truth. Our reaction (ranging from quiet, passive frustration to blinding anger, both of which can result in broken friendships) can inadvertently tell our friends to stop being truthful with us. Though we want unquestioned support from our besties when we complain that our significant others don’t show us enough affection, maybe what we need is for a true friend to ask us hard questions about why we think we’re not getting enough cuddle time. In most situations, we can assume some responsibility for relationship troubles and our friends should be able to tell us when we’re the ones with the issue. When we ask others to conceal the truth, we’re stripping them of friend duties. It’s their place to call us on our stuff – it’s their place to tell us when we’re full of it. And if we don’t, it’s detrimental to ourselves. If we encourage them to lie to us, we encourage ourselves to not see what’s really going on in a situation. If we get defensive when our friends gently tell us that maybe we were too controlling, maybe we shouldn’t have cheated or maybe we should assume some responsibility for that break-up, we’re telling them that what matters most to us is how things appear, not how things really are. And as ugly as things really are, the truth is what we need.

Because, unlike multi-colored butterfly clips, a reality-check will never go out of style.

The Ice Cream chronicles…yummm

For the past few days I have had the roughest time with my tummy. I was always in pain and can stand up straight for more than 30 minutes, I keep on having cramps and spasms.And my kids in class were starting to get pretty worried because they said I no longer had a smile on my face. True enough all I wanted to do was lie in bed with a hot bag in my tummy. Needless to say it was painful….very painful.

So yesterday I couldn’t take it no more. turns out I have ulcer, and I was having a “sumpong”. Now I know why the hot tea trick wouldn’t work.( the hot tea trick always works when you have a bad tummy). So I dragged one of my kids along to drive out to the nearest drug store we could find and get Mallox.(tastes like expired milk). On the drive back I had this massive urge to get Ice Cream, I was kinda thinking maybe the cold creamy stuff could also help soothe the burning feeling in my tummy, So we dropped by the nearest Wendy’s to get the biggest serving of Frosty…(ahhhh the classic chocolate treat….kinda tastes like Sustagen hahahahah ). True enough after taking the meds and eating the whole cup of cold treat the pain slowly went away, and it was all gone before the hour ended.

When I got home I just realized I still had more cravings for Ice Cream, my all time favourite is Vanilla. until I discovered Ben and Jerry’s and all I could say was “HEAVEN”

So what's your favourite Ice cream?

Kinda pricey but worth it.maybe not all the guilt in the calories that goes directly to my hips and ahem…Tummy.but what the heck. Of course there will come a time that another new amazing cold creamy discovery may come by and might tickle my taste buds. But then again it really don’t matter much, As long as it tastes great, Ice cream and I have been through some times that I guess pretty much some can relate to. There was a time that I was so lost and thoughtless and sad Ice cream was there beside me. There was also the girls night out with Ice cream…the movie marathon with the gang, and the date in the swing of the park with and old flame and of course Ice cream,  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥… sometimes all we actually need is a sweet cold creamy companion to keep us happy…

So tell me what’s your favourite Ice cream story  ♥

It was a Toy Story movie.

So It was a lazy saturday afternoon,after work when we met up and watched the movie, It ran for about an hour and a half and it got pretty dragging in the middle part of the film. But it somehow still gives you the feel good feeling after. I always used to wonder how on earth those toys find their way back to Andy. This time though a few of the previous toys are gone.Bo Peep is no longer in the picture so was the little keyboard as well as the trolls. But at least you still get Rex and Hamm. The movie has evolved so much in the past years and the story became much more than just cartoon. But it was great to see the dedication they had for their kid Andy.Funny as it may seem but they are actually giving us a clear picture of what were all like..Afraid of being left alone,and the reality that we all have our little wars to fight on our own…