
sige nga... makipagpaligsahan ka sa paggawa ng bagay bagay sa pamamagitan ng nginuyang mentos..:p
Peste. di ako mkatulog. sabi ko bukas na magreply pero eto ako't nakahiga sa kama,nag-aantay ng reply. malungkot ako. dismayado. galit siguro. pero sigurado ko lang,di ako masaya.
matutuwa ka ba sa ganitong buhay?:
---walang trabaho pero araw araw pine-pressure na magkaron.
---Walang pera dahil walang trabaho.
---Nakasira ng dalawang sasakyan na sa parehong magulang.(1 each)
---Takot mag-aral dahil takot mapahiya.
---Mei mga tumitingala't humahanga pero wala namang ipagmamalaki.
---Graduate pero tila walang wastong trabahong pwedeng pasukin.
---Mei minamahal pero mas matimbang ang hiya nito kaysa sa sariling nyang kapakanan.
Susuko ka na lang ba? Ako parang gusto na.
Isa na lang nagpapasaya sa kin,un ay un mei minamahal at mei nagmamahal. Alam ko madami na kaming sakripisyo sa bawat isa pero sa pagdedesisyon talaga sa mga bagay bagay mejo nahihirapan akong umintindi. Ewan. Gago din siguro ako, di ko sinabi lahat nang to nun magkaharap pa kami. Duwag nga siguro ako. Isang gagong nanghihingi ng pawang katotohanan sa sinisinta, pero di naman kayang tanggapin ang katotohanang ibinibigay nya, at di naman kayang magpahiwatig ng katotohanan sa tamang oras. Peste. Ambobo ko.
Sa lahat ng pangyayari sa buhay ko, parang isa na lang ang umiiral ng maayos. Tapos ngayon naiipit nanaman sa isang hangganang di mo malaman kung sino ang tama sa mali. Maghiwalay man kami, ndi naman kami magiging mas maayos na tao o ka-relasyon dahil pareho naming iniisip na tama ang panig namin sa kaguluhang to.
Peste. Dito ko lang pala gagamitin ang apat na taong pamimilosopiya sa kolehiyo. Sa pagmuni-muni ng buhay na di malaman kun san tutungo. Buti kung kumikita ako dito.
I once said that death is my biggest fear. Why? I don't know. I fear the unknown: do devout Muslims go to heaven? Are devout Christians reincarnate? Would Buddhist monks be rewarded by Allah? What happens after you die? Is it complete darkness, or do we wake up as a completely different person? So many questions one might be able to answer after he dies.
Right now I'm jobless. I left my call center job because it doesn't feel right. I studied 4 years of philosophy only to answer calls and taking crap from racist Americans who are too lazy, if not stupid, to read their contracts before they sign it. Now, after a month being laid off, I'm almost desperate finding a job. "Candidate must possess high scholastic records". I don't have that. I spent my college life serving a community that I grew to love, yet I feel that love went unnoticed. So many people believed that I could be the next president of AB, and I worked towards fulfilling that trust given to me. Apparently, those "many people" were not enough for me to win that position. I spent my years trying to serve that community because I knew I wouldn't be able to get such high grades. I focused on other things. Now, it seems to haunt me. People I served who I thought would be able to help me get somewhere seems lost. Sometimes, I refuse to seek help because of pride. As a result, I am nothing more than a satisfactory Philosophy graduate who has no job and only has a brief stint in a call center to mention as his job experience.
"Mag-aral ka na nga lang ulit! Mag-law ka na. Kesa wala ka namang ginagawa dito sa bahay. Papaaralin ka na lang namin ulit habang kaya pa namin. Wala pa sa mga pinsan mo ang mei ipagyayabang talaga."
i wanted to pursue law. I really did. But I think after considering my life in college politics and those I learned in Philo, the whole point of me going to law school was gone. I know law is not all about politics, but my drive in entering law was trying politics out. Now that that's gone, I don't think its still for me, law, that is. Maybe I'm also afraid of failing the bar exams.
Now, thinking about it, death isn't my biggest fear, failure is. Failure by not meeting expectations set by people for me. Failure by not achiving my dreams. Failure by not living a better life than my parents.
Dying as a failure.
Now I understand that that is my biggest fear. And if pressure could kill, I'm almost as good as dead.
Would you want to hurt the one you love?
About honesty and truth, there are several words to live by. Let me try to enumerate some:
"the truth shall set you free"
"honesty is the best policy"
"truth hurts"
"what you don't know will hurt you"
"walang sikretong hindi nabubunyag"
minsan,nag-away magulang ko. Nagdududa na baka mei iba sya.
Ma: "Sabihin mo lang totoo,hindi naman ako magagalit eh.. Gusto ko lang malaman totoo."
pa: "oo na, sige. Merong iba."
Ma: "hayuup! (Beats pa's chest while crying)"
...and that was the start of the never ending trial of Arturo Lozada. A "Not guilty" plea is always a lie for the accuser, and most of the time, it is. Once, pa confided to me his philosophy(in this context,used as 'Way of life') that "Kung makakalusot, eh di ok." sometimes, i would like to believe that had he not admitted his relationship with that other woman and just put a stop to it, they would not go through what they are going through right now.. But then again, that's their problem. My dad is to selfish to let go of one of them because, he said, he has 2 kids with that woman.. However, most of the time, you would doubt that that is his main reason. On the other side of things, my mom refuses to give everything a rest. Though at times her hunches are correct, by not giving it a rest, she's looking for trouble she doesn't want to have. Its pretty messed up, and everything started with admitting something.
Now, on my own part, che and i sometimes do have our differences. Most of the time, i blame her because she doesn't say what she truly feels while i lash out everything i feel. Now, its improving. She does say what she truly feels. And there are times that i don't feel too good about it. Honesty's so freakin double edged. What the hell is it good for if it just hurts either way?