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The easiest way to end any predicament is to blame the self. Because it’s a dead end. Period. Fin. And you really don’t have to go way too far to blame someone else. Bullshit, i say. Predicament ended yet unresolved.
Nope, don’t go out blaming your mess to someone else. Just that, life’s really simple. Decomplicate. We don’t need all the trash we hear. Nor the trash we think of what other’s thinking of us. Pointless. Nothing’s true until an honest two-way communication comes up.
Here’s my predicament as of late: i psycho-analyze myself two-thirds of the time. BS, huh? Well, that’s my predicament/ conclusion. Whaddaheck, that’s me. Another thing, i’m honest to a fault. I try to be quite transparent yet folks don’t seem obliged to carry on the drill.
You know what, i was a shy kid. A terribly shy kid. Still quite softspoken, but cracked out my shell a few years back. I realized, the world doesn’t care a dime on what i say. But ’tis worth it. I made a few people smile and i kinda liked talking my head out. Or writing, blogwise. What i say, they’re not guaranteed to be true. But most of the time, they are honest opinions from this specific point of view, my pov.
But kindly, please don’t mess with my mind. I am a terrible thinker. It take so much time to get an ish out my noggin.
An observation: if you follow what’s right, you’re labeled as an idealist. But idealists are usually seen as modern dreamers with negative connotation. If you don’t abide with the ideal, you are a cunning asshole. Where would you fit in? Thing is, that’s other’s POVs of you. Why bother if it’s not gonna produce pleasant results.
My real predicament? I need a boost with my excitement gauge. No, not at all impotent, silly. I think motivation’s a synonym for it. Nothing much excites me, pretty drained, but at the very least, finally got rid of unnecessary emos. ‘Yun nga lang, starting from scratch again. Cheesy or mushy, but i really need to re-love the self i lost and recently found. Can’t aim to be happy if i can’t love me totally. Then the rest will follow suit. Egotistic fool.
Gigs. Indie rock. Saguijo. Starbucks. Gimiks. Pizza. Coffee. I thought i’d never outgrow these. But then I thought i’d never blog again.
nonstop txtng, any1?
Txtnonstop50, send to 2870. Easy enough. Gave me the chance to learn thru sms quotes and people, rather my globe subscribers. Funny, touché, educational, sweet nothins.
Life’s a text message, don’t forget to scroll down the bottom. Else, you’ll miss the punchline. Life’s a text message, the more messages sent, the more messages you’ll receive and in turn reforward again. Right, let’s pay things forward.
And one moment to halt and pray.
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i figured, hmm, i dun hav to blog everythin’
But what the hey, sure bet you were curious what you missed. Silly me.
• Been to enchanted kingdom, went gokarting and stuff, chanced upon ria of paramita
• Missed a trio of saguijo nights, imago, paramita, barbie/join the club– i dunno what i was thinking
• Been living a secret life for a month now i think.. since i didnt specify- still a secret right? Whatever!
• Had a new ‘do
• Seen Harry Potter Goblet of Fire
• Thinking of how to survive the Christmas Season
• Got hooked to mobile messages until no more sane messages to forward
• Secured a passport
• Ched-authenticated some papers
• Kept falling asleep on my chair, damn, stupid energy level i have
• I had my first card usage, not really exciting
• Realized Brownman’s Maling Akala was an E-head original
Well, well, well, Tragic Boredom if you ask me…
Have a nice day people of earth..!
