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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

priorities.

I'm thinking about stuff... again.

People say that you're blessed with such characteristics, talents, etc. and praise you for it. They keep on reminding you how lucky you are to have this, to have that... But, that's not the case.

Actually, everything requires hard work and responsibility, especially the good ones. It doesn't automatically land on their laps like many people think. It just so happens that there are those people who make it seem like it's no big of a deal. It's how you handle it, actually. There are those people who you think do nothing with their lives, and yet, have successful work because they work in the background. There are also those front runners who seem like they do most of the work, when in fact, they do nothing at all.

But you know, everything boils down to only one person... YOU.
YOU ARE YOUR GREATEST COMPETITOR.
YOU ARE YOUR GREATEST CRITIC.
YOU. YOU. YOU!

As narcissistic as it may sound, but it is nothing more than the truth. You will always be the greatest person to step on yourself. You know the problem, you just won't admit it. Not only is that cowardly, it's also hypocrisy and stupidity. You don't need anyone else's attention to function properly. You only need yourself.

I guess you could say that I'm lucky. I'm lucky enough to regain self-consciousness and courage to open myself up one by one. I may be judged by other people, but at least I am honest. Not only to them, but also to my family, and myself.

This world, it is so unfair. But that shouldn't stop you from living a life. Nobody is born as a bum. You choose to be one. The world is unfair because it did so many bad things to you, and yet, you need to repay it through good deeds.

To be honest, I hate studying. I try to love it, but I don't. I love learning, I hate studying. But I am doing both. Why? Because I am required to. It might be a form of hypocrisy, sure. But I have my motives. I KNOW HOW HARD MY PARENTS WORKED TO SEND ME TO THIS SCHOOL. And I can only repay that by doing my best. Regardless if I am happy, sad, pressured, or whatnot. Sure, I like good clothes, good shoes, good gadgets. All of them are costly, that's true. But it's money well spent. I don't buy them for the heck of spending money. I get to use them, so I consider them as investments. However, school is a totally different entity on its own.

It's not something that you buy into the mall and get instant satisfaction. It's like, paying for something with lots and lots of money and still, you need to undergo an excruciating experience to get the full deal. It is unfair, but that's the way it works.

It's sad seeing people who take this for granted just because they're born rich. I personally believe it's disrespectful. But, oh well, isn't that a pity? I have work to do, and so do you...

My conscience tells me to keep on trying, but my logic tells me that I have done enough. My conscience tells me to be a good person and help, but my logic says it's not my problem to fix.

To be honest, I really think there's nobody who could help yourself better than you. There are only people who help you realize that you were the problem all along. It's your choice whether you do something about it or not.

In my case, my sister made me realize how stupid I was. Sure, I'm happy that she did. I keep on attributing every achievement in her honor. But you know what, that's not the truth. She did make me realize. But it was my choice whether to change myself or not.

So, I did. And it was the greatest damn decision I ever made in my life.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

i am an awkward penguin.

Sorry. I wish I wasn't. But I am. Haha.

Friday, February 10, 2012

i need an outlet.

Lost at sea
Back to where you found me

in my point of view




so this is what they meant.

I feel really really bad right now.

I never really thought that I'd feel bitter even after being rejected. I know that there are a lot of people more capable for the job, but did they really have to slap that on my face?

They didn't even ask what my plans are, what I meant by "trying a different approach".

They didn't even hear me out before they rejected me. I feel so bad right now.

I loved my org because it made me feel at home. I've been trying to find people who accepted me for who I am for the last 6 years and I found it in my org... or at least, I used to think I did.

I'm not depressed because I was rejected. I'm used to that. It's just that I never thought that my org could be so... mean.

Monday, February 6, 2012

going for a jog

MUST. NOT. PROCRASTINATE.

100-days challenge



Me with my sister. As I look at these photos, only 1 thing comes into my mind:

WHAT THE EFFIN' HELL HAPPENED TO ME? :|

As I woke up from my afternoon nap, I was in the mood for a jog. Seriously, IDK why I always need to have a person to do stuff with me. (Damn. I am so dependent on people. :|) So, there. I opted not to 'cause I have nobody to jog with around Ateneo. So I decided to stretch, instead.

IDK if that was such a good idea, but it did make me realize something. Well, I'd like to think I am fairly flexible, but a series of events made me think otherwise.

First of all, I got tired really reaaaaally easily. I started panting like a pig after just one effin' exercise. Secondly, air bicycle thing made me realize how big my thighs are. F*ck.

F*ck. F*ck.

I knew I was fat. I just didn't see HOW fat. This is so alarming. I don't think I'm overreacting. I mean, LOOK AT THE EFFIN' PICTURES. And there's only like 2-3 years of eating between them. I weighed myself and F*CK. F********CK. :| From 4th grade, until the end of 2nd high school, I only weighed 49kg. AND GUESS WHERE I AM NOW. F*CK. I AM STANDING AT FREAKING 74kg. THAT'S A EFFIN' 25kg GAIN IN JUST WHAT? 3 years? FUUUUUUUU. :|

I AM SERIOUSLY ALARMED NOW.

I SERIOUSLY HATED MY SELF-CONSCIOUS SELF, BUT I HATE MY FAT SELF MORE.

I CHALLENGE MYSELF TO A 100-day diet.

IF THIS DOESN'T WORK, THEN F*CK ALL THIS.