Your computer is slow. It takes forever to navigate from page to page. It takes twice of forever to access and open folders. It's almost impossible to wait for programs and applications to load. What do you do? You clean it, of course. Choose all unused icons in your system tray, desktop, and start up menu and simply press, "delete". Viola! Your pc would instantly act a lot better. Furthermore, open your internet options and optimize your I.P. by deleting cookies and temporary internet files. This is like pouring a gallon of liquid sosa into a clogged drain.
This also goes for cellphones (especially those with expandable memories). All you need to do is flag all unnecessary and unwanted messages, pictures, ringtones, mp3 files and the like, and press, "delete". Bingo! More efficient performance.
Unfortunately, it's a different case with your own memories - especially those stored in the heart. Try as you may, you never forget them. They stay with you forever. Sometimes they may lie dormant but as soon as these memories are stirred - even in the slightest manner, they come to life and they engulf you with the sheer intensity of longing.
There's no sense looking for a "delete" button because there's none.
You have no choice but to deal with the memories - and deal with them you must. Otherwise, you'll be consumed like dried leaves in an autumn fire - and all that will be left would be ashes carried away by a torrent of tears.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Of Chameleons and Men
Things aren't always as easy as they seem. As the Transformers tagline says, "More than meets the eye."
People who are able to do that are either experienced chameleons or on their way to becoming one. Be warned though, the road to creating an unbreakable facade is like a room full of mirrors. You can easily get lost in the maze of reflections and re-reflections and the result may be more grotesque than you expect.
A chameleon only blends with the background but it's essence remains the same. If you're able to change your appearance, you better know how to get back to what's real, because sooner than you'll expect, the thin line that separates the two becomes blurred and obfuscated until it totally vanishes. A strong anchor is necessary. Otherwise you'll never know where lies end and the truth begins.
Most people say they are strong enough to withstand temptation but even the strongest can only take so much. There will always be a point when something starts to give. And then everything shatters in an infinitesimal shower of confusion.
But get this, are you even sure that what you're resisting isn't the truthful reality you're supposed to be living? What if the life you're trapped in now is the lie? What if the reason why you can't let go of something, why fate shoves you the same old crap over and over again is because it's its way of telling you, "Hey dumbass! This is what's supposed to be for you! This is your destiny! Why can't you get it into that thick skull of yours!
"Everything changes drastically then, doesn't it?
Then again, I could be wrong.
Paradigm shift.
People who are able to do that are either experienced chameleons or on their way to becoming one. Be warned though, the road to creating an unbreakable facade is like a room full of mirrors. You can easily get lost in the maze of reflections and re-reflections and the result may be more grotesque than you expect.
A chameleon only blends with the background but it's essence remains the same. If you're able to change your appearance, you better know how to get back to what's real, because sooner than you'll expect, the thin line that separates the two becomes blurred and obfuscated until it totally vanishes. A strong anchor is necessary. Otherwise you'll never know where lies end and the truth begins.
Most people say they are strong enough to withstand temptation but even the strongest can only take so much. There will always be a point when something starts to give. And then everything shatters in an infinitesimal shower of confusion.
But get this, are you even sure that what you're resisting isn't the truthful reality you're supposed to be living? What if the life you're trapped in now is the lie? What if the reason why you can't let go of something, why fate shoves you the same old crap over and over again is because it's its way of telling you, "Hey dumbass! This is what's supposed to be for you! This is your destiny! Why can't you get it into that thick skull of yours!
"Everything changes drastically then, doesn't it?
Then again, I could be wrong.
Paradigm shift.
Of Goodbyes
Goodbye is probably the most overrated word in the world.
I mean why say it if you know you're going to meet again? Might as well say, "See you." or "Till we meet again." or anything to that effect except goodbye.
Especially if you know that no matter what you do, no matter how and where you hide, no matter how long it takes, you're going to meet up with someone again, why say "goodbye?"
It's a waste of 7 letters of the alphabet.
Worse still, some people even use it as an excuse to cover up for their confusion.
There's no such thing as "goodbye..."
I mean why say it if you know you're going to meet again? Might as well say, "See you." or "Till we meet again." or anything to that effect except goodbye.
Especially if you know that no matter what you do, no matter how and where you hide, no matter how long it takes, you're going to meet up with someone again, why say "goodbye?"
It's a waste of 7 letters of the alphabet.
Worse still, some people even use it as an excuse to cover up for their confusion.
There's no such thing as "goodbye..."
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
the REAL joke...
For those who know me, I wonder if you can find the funniest post here... In fact, it's so funny, you'll probably throttle me because of it!
For those who don't know me, don't bother...
For those who don't know me, don't bother...
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Joke
It's amazing how easily a facade of normalcy crumbles at the mere sight of a familiar face.
Sometimes we go through periods of difficulty and strife that leave us terrified and scarred and utterly confused and even unwilling to move on. There can even be times when it seems everything is in a state of suspended animation as we are bomabarded by questions like, "how could this have ever happened to me?", or "why is this happening to me?" or thoughts like, "this could not possible be happening!" or "this is all just a bad dream and I need to wake up!", but even after you open your eyes, the truth just blatantly stares you in the face in all its utter monstrosity. It is real. It is happening. It is happening TO YOU!
Such can prove traumatic for anyone. It wouldn't matter if you're a trooper extraordinaire or just an average joe. Circumstance has an uncanny way of finding the smallest chink in even the strongest armor.
Is anyone safe? Is anyone immune to the caprices of fickle fate?
We are often taught that when life throws you lemons, make lemonade, sell it for a quarter a glass and keep the proceeds in a piggy bank. The more lemons, the more lemonade. The more lemonade, the more quarters. The more quarters, the richer you become. Bring it to a roll and soon enough you'll be a millionaire!
Hah! Lemons and millionaires! What a joke!
Yes, life and living it is the greatest adventure of all. But sometimes you simply find yourself way over your head and you wonder where in the world is the reset button.
If only it were that easy.
Sometimes we go through periods of difficulty and strife that leave us terrified and scarred and utterly confused and even unwilling to move on. There can even be times when it seems everything is in a state of suspended animation as we are bomabarded by questions like, "how could this have ever happened to me?", or "why is this happening to me?" or thoughts like, "this could not possible be happening!" or "this is all just a bad dream and I need to wake up!", but even after you open your eyes, the truth just blatantly stares you in the face in all its utter monstrosity. It is real. It is happening. It is happening TO YOU!
Such can prove traumatic for anyone. It wouldn't matter if you're a trooper extraordinaire or just an average joe. Circumstance has an uncanny way of finding the smallest chink in even the strongest armor.
Is anyone safe? Is anyone immune to the caprices of fickle fate?
We are often taught that when life throws you lemons, make lemonade, sell it for a quarter a glass and keep the proceeds in a piggy bank. The more lemons, the more lemonade. The more lemonade, the more quarters. The more quarters, the richer you become. Bring it to a roll and soon enough you'll be a millionaire!
Hah! Lemons and millionaires! What a joke!
Yes, life and living it is the greatest adventure of all. But sometimes you simply find yourself way over your head and you wonder where in the world is the reset button.
If only it were that easy.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
She
She was like
A breath of fresh air
In a scorching desert
Refreshing yet fleeting
Gone sooner than she arrived
Which makes you think
Was she real or just a make believe
Yet even as she vanished
She was able to provide
A few moment of reprieve
From the discord
That I feel
Like Music
Floating
Like Leaves
In a puddle
Rippling the tears
Of an unsolved riddle
Life and Love merged
In that transient moment
Time and Space
Bent forward and backwards
As if light passing through a crooked prism
Bathing my being
In a Dance
Of light and Shadow
And defining my very existence
How can a short episode
Of a
Union
of Souls
Rival a Lifetime
Of Pre supposed peace?
How can love so pure and true
And Enduring
Be shrouded in Lies?
A breath of fresh air
In a scorching desert
Refreshing yet fleeting
Gone sooner than she arrived
Which makes you think
Was she real or just a make believe
Yet even as she vanished
She was able to provide
A few moment of reprieve
From the discord
That I feel
Like Music
Floating
Like Leaves
In a puddle
Rippling the tears
Of an unsolved riddle
Life and Love merged
In that transient moment
Time and Space
Bent forward and backwards
As if light passing through a crooked prism
Bathing my being
In a Dance
Of light and Shadow
And defining my very existence
How can a short episode
Of a
Union
of Souls
Rival a Lifetime
Of Pre supposed peace?
How can love so pure and true
And Enduring
Be shrouded in Lies?
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Of Individualism
If there are a million people saying blood is blue and there is only one person that says it is red, does that make him wrong and the rest correct? Would you stop breathing just because people say that the air is dirty and it would kill you? What are they breathing in, in the first place? Water? Would you be afraid to travel by sea if people tell you the world is flat and you would fall off the edge if you wander too far? If i cut myself, who bleeds? Is it proper to alter your moral judgement just to accomodate ignorance, double standards and most people's warped sense of right and wrong?
There was once a farmer and his son who were walking home from the field alongside their trusty carabao. On the way, they heard some people saying, "Look at that farmer letting his poor son walk with him when he can let him ride the carabao." The farmer looked at his son and said, "They're right." So he let his son ride the animal. Some distance away, they heard another group of people saying, "Look at that ungrateful son riding the carabao while his old father is walking. Has he no respect for elders?" The son immediately got off the carabao and allowed his father to be the one to ride the beast. A few meters ahead, a number of people saw them and said, "Look at those two idiots taking turns riding the carabao when they can both ride it." Hearing this, the farmer and his son both got atop the carabao and continued home, now riding the beast. A short distance away from their own house, they passed another group of people saying, "Look at those two ingrates riding the carabao after they had worked it on the field all day! Have they no pity for the poor animal?" The farmer and his son looked at each other and in exasperation, carried the carabao through the remainder of the way.
Who is foolish?
Everyone is gifted with intellect, judgement and a conscience. Each of these is not in perfect proportion with the others but each person definitely possessing all three. Thus, everyone is capable of making their own decisions for themselves. They do not need others to do it for them. If you get burned, learn from it. Seek advise for sometime, but not always. Follow some advise you are given, but not all of it. Life is a lesson. We can't have others learn it for us. Others can show us the way, provide guidance, offer some help, but it is we who would walk it, we who would live it.
It is true that people are social beings by nature. Man is inevitably connected, one way or another, to others. From the moment we are concieved from the intimate union of our parents, to the time the doctor pulls us out of the womb, to the time we encounter our first childhood friends and sweethearts, to the fulfillment and disillusionment of our dreams, to, even, the silent mourners by our deathbeds, we are social. As such, our actions have social repurcussions. Society judges our actions by the measure provided by norms, mores and values laid down by eons of experience and co-existence. There are instances that written laws are not needed to determine the validity of certain actions. This is a generally accepted fact in human society. It is one of the basic foundations of sociological structure.
Yet, this is not absolute.
Man has a weakness. He is not infallible. No amount of experience, technology, knowledge and power can change the fact that man is not, by any stretch, perfect. Thus, his standards also are, by no means, absolute. Fact is, that all accepted norms of behavior started out as an extraordinary act. History teaches us that not because we don't understand something, makes it evil, not because we can't do something, makes it impossible, not because people say something is wrong, makes it so.
Yes, man is social. But he is also an individual. Truth of the matter is that the individuality of man defines the quality of the social structure. the diversity of human beliefs and motivations, purifies and characterizes any given society.
What is the point, then?
One can not live his life in the perpetual shadow of another's existence and beliefs, much less the society's. He must live out his life as an individual in an interconnected society. He must follow societal rules, only as far as his own individuality dictates. He must never compromise his own standing on issues that would nullify the veracity of his own intellect, judgement and conscience. Bandwagonism, gossip, malicious intrigue and singularism are the enemies of individualism and, in effect, of defined social structure.
Let a man live his life. Help him if you may. Guide him if you can. Offer advise if you have it. But let him live his own life. If he gets burned, let him, and hope that his scars would remind him of the lesson he should have learned. This is not abandonment or exercised apathy. This is the essence of applied democracy. In doing so, not only are you keeping yourself in your proper place as a peer, but you are also taking part in the process of strengthening his character, like gold tested and purified in fire. On the other hand, never compromise what you believe in to be true, just to give way for meddlers. Stand for what you believe is true, and dear and pure. If you fall, accept it, learn from it and stand and move on. Never let your individuality be unnecessarily clouded by false exhortations of what is socially acceptable, and morally upright. Half of the people saying this don't even know what those terms truly mean.
We all live interconnectedly in this world, but our interconnection ends where another persons right to live his own life, begins. After all, you wouldn't want others to tell you how to live your own life, nor would you want to be the singular authority on how people should live their lives, right?
There was once a farmer and his son who were walking home from the field alongside their trusty carabao. On the way, they heard some people saying, "Look at that farmer letting his poor son walk with him when he can let him ride the carabao." The farmer looked at his son and said, "They're right." So he let his son ride the animal. Some distance away, they heard another group of people saying, "Look at that ungrateful son riding the carabao while his old father is walking. Has he no respect for elders?" The son immediately got off the carabao and allowed his father to be the one to ride the beast. A few meters ahead, a number of people saw them and said, "Look at those two idiots taking turns riding the carabao when they can both ride it." Hearing this, the farmer and his son both got atop the carabao and continued home, now riding the beast. A short distance away from their own house, they passed another group of people saying, "Look at those two ingrates riding the carabao after they had worked it on the field all day! Have they no pity for the poor animal?" The farmer and his son looked at each other and in exasperation, carried the carabao through the remainder of the way.
Who is foolish?
Everyone is gifted with intellect, judgement and a conscience. Each of these is not in perfect proportion with the others but each person definitely possessing all three. Thus, everyone is capable of making their own decisions for themselves. They do not need others to do it for them. If you get burned, learn from it. Seek advise for sometime, but not always. Follow some advise you are given, but not all of it. Life is a lesson. We can't have others learn it for us. Others can show us the way, provide guidance, offer some help, but it is we who would walk it, we who would live it.
It is true that people are social beings by nature. Man is inevitably connected, one way or another, to others. From the moment we are concieved from the intimate union of our parents, to the time the doctor pulls us out of the womb, to the time we encounter our first childhood friends and sweethearts, to the fulfillment and disillusionment of our dreams, to, even, the silent mourners by our deathbeds, we are social. As such, our actions have social repurcussions. Society judges our actions by the measure provided by norms, mores and values laid down by eons of experience and co-existence. There are instances that written laws are not needed to determine the validity of certain actions. This is a generally accepted fact in human society. It is one of the basic foundations of sociological structure.
Yet, this is not absolute.
Man has a weakness. He is not infallible. No amount of experience, technology, knowledge and power can change the fact that man is not, by any stretch, perfect. Thus, his standards also are, by no means, absolute. Fact is, that all accepted norms of behavior started out as an extraordinary act. History teaches us that not because we don't understand something, makes it evil, not because we can't do something, makes it impossible, not because people say something is wrong, makes it so.
Yes, man is social. But he is also an individual. Truth of the matter is that the individuality of man defines the quality of the social structure. the diversity of human beliefs and motivations, purifies and characterizes any given society.
What is the point, then?
One can not live his life in the perpetual shadow of another's existence and beliefs, much less the society's. He must live out his life as an individual in an interconnected society. He must follow societal rules, only as far as his own individuality dictates. He must never compromise his own standing on issues that would nullify the veracity of his own intellect, judgement and conscience. Bandwagonism, gossip, malicious intrigue and singularism are the enemies of individualism and, in effect, of defined social structure.
Let a man live his life. Help him if you may. Guide him if you can. Offer advise if you have it. But let him live his own life. If he gets burned, let him, and hope that his scars would remind him of the lesson he should have learned. This is not abandonment or exercised apathy. This is the essence of applied democracy. In doing so, not only are you keeping yourself in your proper place as a peer, but you are also taking part in the process of strengthening his character, like gold tested and purified in fire. On the other hand, never compromise what you believe in to be true, just to give way for meddlers. Stand for what you believe is true, and dear and pure. If you fall, accept it, learn from it and stand and move on. Never let your individuality be unnecessarily clouded by false exhortations of what is socially acceptable, and morally upright. Half of the people saying this don't even know what those terms truly mean.
We all live interconnectedly in this world, but our interconnection ends where another persons right to live his own life, begins. After all, you wouldn't want others to tell you how to live your own life, nor would you want to be the singular authority on how people should live their lives, right?
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