A Quick Fix

I'm here. =) After 24++ hours of flying, we finally reached our new home in NJ. Got sick so my bro and mom shopped without me. I swear it was those bland airline food's fault that I ended up with no shopping bag on my hand. Fish fillet with parsley sauce? The name's the only part which was enticing. Once you had a taste of it, you'll wish you should've packed your adobo leftovers instead.

We're okay. I'm doing fine. But still, no place is better than where my friends and loved ones are. I miss all of you.

This is My World...

If my memory serves me right, the reason I signed up to a Multiply account was because I needed a platform for self-expression. It was never about attracting attention or making people agree with what I believe in. Not everything I say is right, but that wasn't enough license for arrogant boors to come here and pester me with their inane theatrics. This is my world, and my guess is, I'm allowed to discuss topics here which I deem important, no holds barred. However, I felt obliged to keep my composure amidst every antagonistic statement made against me because people expect me to always do the right thing. So, I will continue to ignore some people's shameless display of childishness and stupidity on this blog. I just can't help but feel sorry for MY blog because it is fast becoming a stage for clowns and jesters. Oh well, I hate dealing with inerudites, anyway. It makes me feel like I belong to the lower class. My professors will be disappointed.

This is why I miss blog in its infancy stage, the time when only a limited number of people can create and manage one. Bloggers back then were not mere whiners, they actually make sense. They post entries with substance written in an eloquent way. Even when they have to say something bad about somebody, they are always able to pull it off without losing breeding and dignity. With creativity and wit, negative emotions were tamed and presented as valuable life lessons. Sorry haters, I want to be this kind of blogger. Wherever you think you are, I can't go that low....

Realizations... Messages...

I think people are miserable because they choose to harbor negative feelings.

"You despise what you can't have" -- an old saying that cuts like a knife. (oops, i heard an "ouch!")

Do we really have to make someone look bad just to feel better?

And yeah, my friend is such a lousy person he deserved to be judged based on some blog entries filled with irrational dramaturgies. Please invite more people to drop their two cents' worth of views about people they don't really know. Thank you.

Of course, I'm affected by the going-ons in your life. You sell dramas like they are pancakes! You see, I'd rather feel sorry for you than those people dying from starvation and incurable diseases. They don't suffer from the same kind of agony you are going through right now, do they?

Racquel is an ASSSShole -- is there something new to it? Write a blog entry about me, send my ego into orbit!

WAHAHAHA!

Parang Upuan ko ung uupuan nya ahh... ahahaha!



Tama nga naman.. sundin na lang natin...

Broken Promises Are Rock-Solid Lies

I love most people, even at times, they can be really annoying. They can do whatever they want -- call me names behind my back, talk shitt about me, and even let them fabricate tall tales. If making me look bad makes them feel better, I'll let them use me as their target of trashing. I really don't mind. I perfectly understand this because I believe ALL people are weird. It's just that the weirdness varies, in forms and degrees. I actually pity them because their weirdness sucks, the kind that is very irritating. But hey, like I already said, I understand it and can even withstand it.

What I can't stand are broken promises. You see, some people told me before that they will give me something great because I deserved it. Armed with nothing more but a strong enthusiasm, I patiently waited. Trust -- I gave this to these people wholeheartedly. Time already worn out the faith of other people around me, but I was still there. I am the one wearing a hopeful smile and a glistening pair of happy eyes. "Stupid body parts", my heart said. "How could you act as if I'm not suffering?"

Days passed and the people whom I entrusted my happiness to are still out of sight. Some show up on certain occassions, but when they do, I consider it even more disappointing. Their faces are now wearing masks of innocence. As if they didn't utter sweet promises before. As if they never did anything wrong that could possibly broke my heart. As if I was nothing. Too bad, I cared for them and will always care for them even if my mind dictates my heart not to.

If your weirdness is insincerity, you are worse than the kind of weird mentioned in the first paragraph. But if your weirdness is trusting people to fulfill their promises to you, you are the worst kind of weird.

Broken promises are rock-solid lies, aren't they? Oh Irony!