January 2011
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On Happiness as a Choice
I spent the last hour or so writing a long post. It was sort of a rant about how my life hasn’t been going the way I pictured it to be and the things I really want for myself. But then I realized: dude, I’m 21. I have all the time in the world to plan, live, and execute my life as to how it should turn around. Maybe five years from now, what I regard with such value at this time of my...
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On Letting Go
Letting go is the hardest thing anyone has to do. Especially if it’s something you have been looking forward to.
The only thing I know to do as of the moment is hold a beer in my hand, listen to some sad hipster music, and try to talk to God (if he can understand under-the-influence mumbling) just to get me through the morning. And hopefully to make me feel better when I wake up.
And...
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Il Signore, mi rende uno strumento della vostra pace
Dove ci e odio, la sciarlo seminare l’amore
Dove ci e ferita, perdono
Dove ci e dubbio, fede
Dove ci e disperazione, sperare
Dove ci e nerezza, illuminarsi
Dove ci e la tristezza, gio-a
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inspired by something I read when I woke up
The light streaks battle through the curtain gaps and harshly perturbs my somber state.
Apollo rides his mighty chariot, stern and medieval - as always. These eyes, burnt by whiteness, now sees the ephemeral distress of being. The rays of the sun cleanses my body as fire does to a blade of metal.
And I give my day’s due to the god of the sky for Light is victorious once again.
Causing...
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“I hate the very idea of social structures, yet I can not help but be enticed by...”
Bit by bit, I feel like my ideals and optimism are being snatched away by some sinister realization of the real world. I’m not asking much, real world. Just a decent pay, and maybe sometimes things could actually go my way.
Today I was informed of my regularization increase at work. It’s insulting at the very least. Okay, it’s probably why the people at the office are so jaded...
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I was never a fan of Filipino music. Blame it on my culture’s identity crisis and me growing up listening to Western musicians. Yet somehow, Up Dharma Down engrossed me with their melody. Their Tagalog lyrics can be mistaken for a classic poem from Philippine literature.
After signing off from work at 10 something in the evening and feeling like punching the wall, it’s nice to have...
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You haven’t experienced Manila unless you commuted on a bus.
I took it to the extreme. I rode the bus up to EDSA from the airport. I feel so frugally matured. I didn’t even know there was such a thing. Instead of getting ripped off by some turd cabbie, I only had to pay P13 + P7 (for the jeepney ride). What a saving. I wish I knew about this when I was still studying - I would have...
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“Ad astra per alia porci
(to the stars on the wings of a pig)”
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John Steinbeck
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