Don’t fear the reaper.
The past two weeks, 2 of my friends passed away. One of them actually passed away this morning.
Death makes you think about a lot of things actually. How you never really know when you’re time’s coming up, when the reaper’s gonna come knocking on your door. Or even how long you’ve got left.
Death has always been a sad thing for me. I could never really handle death well. Just the thought of it can actually bring me to tears. Nothing scares me more than death actually.
But one thing I realized was that…you can see death in two different ways. You can let it hold you back, trying to escape it, though in the end…it will all be but futile. Or, you can let death drive you. Make the most of every single day that you’re here. Live, live life, live free with the top of your car down, wind blowing through your hair, living free.
One quote comes to mind. It’s from the movie Troy, with Brad Pitt. The quote was from the scene where he was talking to Briseis and he tells her something after he finds out that she’s a priestess. The quote goes: “I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”
Because we’re doomed…everything is more beautiful. Because we’re mortal, any moment could be our last. Because we’re mortal, we will never be lovelier, more beautiful than we are now because we will never be here again.
One thing I don’t regret about those 2 friends of mine who just passed away was that they lived. They lived life. Though they died at very unreasonable ages, the fact of the matter is that the fact that they lived life…did what they wanted.
We will all go. As some people say, there are only two constant things in life, death and taxes. We will all go, that’s a given. But what matters most is what we do with the life we’re given, no matter how long or short it is. Live life to its fullest.
All our times have come,
Here- but now there- gone.
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are
Come on, baby
Don’t fear the reaper
This post is dedicated to two people. Jet Concepcion (1971 – 2009) and Tara Santelices (1985 – 2009) who’re currently knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door.
I’ll miss you guys.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Friends…
Some people take the word friend lightly. To them, a friend is someone you can follow on twitter, add on facebook, multiply and even friendster. To some, friends are people who you have small conversations with…but friends are much more than that.
Friends are friends till the very end. No matter what goes between them, they’ll always be friends. Though friends may fight and not speak to one another for years and years…but deep down, they know they’re friends.
Friends are funny things actually. They make their friends’ problems their own. They make their successes, their own successes; their failures, their failures as well. Whatever your friend achieves, you achieve as well.
Friends are the type of people who’d ask you how you’re feeling when you’re sick. They’re the type of people that would drive to wherever you are in the middle of the night, just to sit next to you and stare into space. Friends are the type of people who, when they find out you’re sad…drive up to your house with a cooler filled with beer. Friends are the type of people you could sit and talk about anything and everything with…something profound like the meaning of life, or even just where butterflies go when it rains.
But what matters most in a friendship…is how you treat it. You care for it…like a baby, a puppy, or something very dear to you…it’ll grow and grow into a mighty red oak tree. However, if you treat it badly…it’ll just wither up and die.
I have a friend. She’s having problems right now and thinking about doing something rash. But I made a promise to her 2 years ago…where if one of us leaves; we don’t leave the other one behind. Both go, or no one goes. And now…she’s thinking about leaving…and I’d leave with her. I honestly will. We’re buddies, friends…who won’t leave each other behind at the first sign of danger. We’ll stick to each other like glue.
Sometimes, friends do rash things like that. Whether it be resigning just like that…or even just driving 2 hours through traffic to deliver you food when you’re not feeling well. Or even doing something incredibly stupid and humiliating like play dance dance revolution with the whole world watching.
Friends don’t care if something makes them look stupid…as long as it’s important to that friend of theirs, they’d do it. No questions asked…though sometimes, it takes a bottle or two to do the trick.
Friends are friends no matter what. Through thick and thin, during the best of times and even the worst of times. When the shit hits the fan, or when the day is as beautiful as your smile…your friend(s) would be right there with you…till the very end.
This is dedicated to two people…you guess who you are.
Some people take the word friend lightly. To them, a friend is someone you can follow on twitter, add on facebook, multiply and even friendster. To some, friends are people who you have small conversations with…but friends are much more than that.
Friends are friends till the very end. No matter what goes between them, they’ll always be friends. Though friends may fight and not speak to one another for years and years…but deep down, they know they’re friends.
Friends are funny things actually. They make their friends’ problems their own. They make their successes, their own successes; their failures, their failures as well. Whatever your friend achieves, you achieve as well.
Friends are the type of people who’d ask you how you’re feeling when you’re sick. They’re the type of people that would drive to wherever you are in the middle of the night, just to sit next to you and stare into space. Friends are the type of people who, when they find out you’re sad…drive up to your house with a cooler filled with beer. Friends are the type of people you could sit and talk about anything and everything with…something profound like the meaning of life, or even just where butterflies go when it rains.
But what matters most in a friendship…is how you treat it. You care for it…like a baby, a puppy, or something very dear to you…it’ll grow and grow into a mighty red oak tree. However, if you treat it badly…it’ll just wither up and die.
I have a friend. She’s having problems right now and thinking about doing something rash. But I made a promise to her 2 years ago…where if one of us leaves; we don’t leave the other one behind. Both go, or no one goes. And now…she’s thinking about leaving…and I’d leave with her. I honestly will. We’re buddies, friends…who won’t leave each other behind at the first sign of danger. We’ll stick to each other like glue.
Sometimes, friends do rash things like that. Whether it be resigning just like that…or even just driving 2 hours through traffic to deliver you food when you’re not feeling well. Or even doing something incredibly stupid and humiliating like play dance dance revolution with the whole world watching.
Friends don’t care if something makes them look stupid…as long as it’s important to that friend of theirs, they’d do it. No questions asked…though sometimes, it takes a bottle or two to do the trick.
Friends are friends no matter what. Through thick and thin, during the best of times and even the worst of times. When the shit hits the fan, or when the day is as beautiful as your smile…your friend(s) would be right there with you…till the very end.
This is dedicated to two people…you guess who you are.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Parenting
Look at the world around you, people being mugged, raped, murdered…some for good reasons while others, just for the heck of it.
War is currently going on in the Middle East, Political Turmoil currently happening in a number of countries, distrust among friends, loved ones, neighbors.
We currently live in a world where everyone is afraid of everyone. You walk along the street and see someone dubious and you automatically think that that person is out there to get you…and 50% of the time, you’re possibly right.
As you found out from my earlier post, a friend of mine got mugged earlier last week. She’s this really trusting girl, not a bad thing to say about anyone and sees the world through rose-tinted glasses…and look what happened to her. At this point, you ask “why do good things happen to bad people?” And, the only answer I can give you for that is coz, “The world’s just fucked up that way.”
Looking at the world around you, seeing all the crap that’s going on, would you imagine bringing a life into a world such as this? A world of chaos and disarray, of disease and famine, of war and turmoil, and of sheer fucked-up-ness? (I know…I used a lot of redundant words there but it was just to make a point). And my answer to you is yes.
Being a parent is a life sentence. I mean, everybody wants to have a baby. That’s stupid, I mean…all their failures automatically become your failures. So if they screw up, do drugs, steal, murder, rape…it’s automatically your fault. No one else’s.
Any normal person would tell you “I’m afraid to bring in a life into the world we live in, it’s just so wrong *whine*” But as some of you know, I’m not normal…I’m screwed up.
You see, when you’re born…you’re pure, unspoiled and trusting. Some say that’s the only time you’re perfect. But, you’re also covered in blood and placenta, but no one’s really sentimental about that bit. However, as you grow older, that’s when things start to go screwy. You get betrayed, get your heart broken, get influenced by the “bad elements”, meet the neighborhood psycho and all that…but it’s your job as a parent to protect them from it.
You come into this world totally defenseless. A bundle of soft, toothless cartilage that can’t roll over, focus or hold in its own spit. And while you’re lying there helpless, a doctor comes in and chops off the end of your penis. Who’s a happy baby? Who is? Who is?
And because they’re defenseless, they need someone to protect them…and that’s where the role of a parent comes in. And you may think that you’re ready…
Before you can protect others, you have to be able to protect yourself. So preservation is the most natural of all instincts. I mean, that’s why your arms are this length *stretches out arms* so you can cover your head. Or else, you’d have arms the length of what dinosaurs had that are just up to here *imitates a T-Rex*…I mean, why do you think the dinosaurs died?
It’s up to us to protect our children, no matter what; from a bully in school, to a stalker or a homicidal maniac. I mean, who gives a fuck if it’s their fault it started, It’s our duty as parents to protect them.
I mean sure, they can go “Look here old man! *voice breaks* I’m not a kid anymore Uuuurr I’m an adult and I can do whatever I want!” But, I mean…they’re kids. What the fuck do they know. It’s our job as adults to know what’s good for them, even if they don’t know themselves. It’s our job to get in their business no matter what.
We’re here to protect them, no matter what. From all the muggers, rapists, murderers, stalkers, cult leaders, drug pushers, “evil elements”…because, they’re our children. Even if they break our hearts, do something incredibly idiotic and stupid that would break our hearts, have sex and get pregnant while in school, get caught for pushing drugs, or something…we’ll still protect them.
So yeah, I still want to have kids, 2 boys and 1 girl. And I’m going to raise them up and take care of them, not only because I have to…but because I want to.
I’m going to be their protector, and for them…I’ll have a baseball bat ready and waiting labeled “Justice” just for that specific moment in time.
We come into this world defenseless. That’s why God gave us baseball bats…well, He gave us trees but…we know what he meant *wink*.
Being a parent is a life sentence. From the day that kid is born, till the day you die. So I just want to say…Thanks Mom & Dad…for putting up with me all these years and for all the crap I've put you through.
How about you? Have you told your parents thank you?
Look at the world around you, people being mugged, raped, murdered…some for good reasons while others, just for the heck of it.
War is currently going on in the Middle East, Political Turmoil currently happening in a number of countries, distrust among friends, loved ones, neighbors.
We currently live in a world where everyone is afraid of everyone. You walk along the street and see someone dubious and you automatically think that that person is out there to get you…and 50% of the time, you’re possibly right.
As you found out from my earlier post, a friend of mine got mugged earlier last week. She’s this really trusting girl, not a bad thing to say about anyone and sees the world through rose-tinted glasses…and look what happened to her. At this point, you ask “why do good things happen to bad people?” And, the only answer I can give you for that is coz, “The world’s just fucked up that way.”
Looking at the world around you, seeing all the crap that’s going on, would you imagine bringing a life into a world such as this? A world of chaos and disarray, of disease and famine, of war and turmoil, and of sheer fucked-up-ness? (I know…I used a lot of redundant words there but it was just to make a point). And my answer to you is yes.
Being a parent is a life sentence. I mean, everybody wants to have a baby. That’s stupid, I mean…all their failures automatically become your failures. So if they screw up, do drugs, steal, murder, rape…it’s automatically your fault. No one else’s.
Any normal person would tell you “I’m afraid to bring in a life into the world we live in, it’s just so wrong *whine*” But as some of you know, I’m not normal…I’m screwed up.
You see, when you’re born…you’re pure, unspoiled and trusting. Some say that’s the only time you’re perfect. But, you’re also covered in blood and placenta, but no one’s really sentimental about that bit. However, as you grow older, that’s when things start to go screwy. You get betrayed, get your heart broken, get influenced by the “bad elements”, meet the neighborhood psycho and all that…but it’s your job as a parent to protect them from it.
You come into this world totally defenseless. A bundle of soft, toothless cartilage that can’t roll over, focus or hold in its own spit. And while you’re lying there helpless, a doctor comes in and chops off the end of your penis. Who’s a happy baby? Who is? Who is?
And because they’re defenseless, they need someone to protect them…and that’s where the role of a parent comes in. And you may think that you’re ready…
Before you can protect others, you have to be able to protect yourself. So preservation is the most natural of all instincts. I mean, that’s why your arms are this length *stretches out arms* so you can cover your head. Or else, you’d have arms the length of what dinosaurs had that are just up to here *imitates a T-Rex*…I mean, why do you think the dinosaurs died?
It’s up to us to protect our children, no matter what; from a bully in school, to a stalker or a homicidal maniac. I mean, who gives a fuck if it’s their fault it started, It’s our duty as parents to protect them.
I mean sure, they can go “Look here old man! *voice breaks* I’m not a kid anymore Uuuurr I’m an adult and I can do whatever I want!” But, I mean…they’re kids. What the fuck do they know. It’s our job as adults to know what’s good for them, even if they don’t know themselves. It’s our job to get in their business no matter what.
We’re here to protect them, no matter what. From all the muggers, rapists, murderers, stalkers, cult leaders, drug pushers, “evil elements”…because, they’re our children. Even if they break our hearts, do something incredibly idiotic and stupid that would break our hearts, have sex and get pregnant while in school, get caught for pushing drugs, or something…we’ll still protect them.
So yeah, I still want to have kids, 2 boys and 1 girl. And I’m going to raise them up and take care of them, not only because I have to…but because I want to.
I’m going to be their protector, and for them…I’ll have a baseball bat ready and waiting labeled “Justice” just for that specific moment in time.
We come into this world defenseless. That’s why God gave us baseball bats…well, He gave us trees but…we know what he meant *wink*.
Being a parent is a life sentence. From the day that kid is born, till the day you die. So I just want to say…Thanks Mom & Dad…for putting up with me all these years and for all the crap I've put you through.
How about you? Have you told your parents thank you?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Power
...People often wonder why Spider-man's so screwed up. I mean, he's a guy who just takes on all these psychos more often than not getting beaten to a bloody pulp in the process, but still comes back for more. I mean sure, maybe the dude's this big masochist but...you really think so?
A friend of mine got mugged last night (April 28, 2009) a couple of steps from the entrance of her condominium. Mid-last year, another friend of mine got injured trying to get away from another mugger. August 31, 1999...my grandfather past away due to cancer. 20 years ago, I saw my best friend...bubbles the shitzu get run over right before my 4 year-old eyes. And the list goes on and on and on...
Spider-man does seem like a fool right? Swinging around, cracking jokes left and right...trying to land a punch or two. He sure does seem like a fool...I mean look, where can a Spider win against:
1. a scorpion
2. a chameleon
3. a goblin
4. another goblin that's green
5. a vulture
6. an octopus
7. sand?
8. some black alien goo
(and the list goes on)
But, look the line "with great power comes great responsibility" comes in. So he does this because he feels that he has to? That since he's gifted with this power, he should save others around him? Is it just that? I mean...technically I have great power, graduating from prestigious schools, coming from a well-off family, working at a place that can make a lot of difference...but does that make me responsible for everything out there?
You see, the reason why Spider-man fights against the odds, performs herculean tasks over and over again is because he's protecting those that he loves; Aunt May, Mary Jane, Harry Osbourne and so on and so forth. And after being bullied growing up, watching his Uncle Ben die in front of his eyes, failing to save Gwen Stacy from the Green Goblin...he demanded power...he needed power to help protect those that he loved. Whether it be joining with an alien goo, asking Tony Stark to give him a new costume...and even making a deal with the devil himself, just to protect those that he loves.
You see, if I was the only one I was responsible for...I'd do crazy shit like jump off a bridge with a bungee chord, sky-dive, base-jump, drag race...but no. I have loved ones of my own. Loved ones that I want to protect. Loved ones that I'm willing to die for, and break out of hell again and again for. I mean, if I'm in danger, I could get away. I could duck, I could run, I could serpentine. But if the people I love are in danger, what if I couldn't protect them? All I could do is worry.
Spider-man, no...Peter Parker wanted power so he could be something, so that the bullies would stop, so that the girl would fall for him...but after seeing his Uncle Ben die...he wanted power for another reason altogether. He wanted power so he could protect his loved ones...so that none of them would ever feel in danger. So that none of them would ever feel fear.
And I wanted power. So I could've protected my friends who were getting mugged. So I could've saved my grandfather from cancer. So I could've stopped that car from running bubbles over. I wanted power. I want power so I could stop my friends and family from getting hurt. I want power so that they don't have to feel fear from just walking outside their homes, or feel fear from just being in a densely crowded area. I want power so I could protect them.
But just as Spider-man, Peter Parker learned...even though you have the power, even though you can fight the forces of evil...there are still some that you cannot help...you cannot save. Like Uncle Ben, like Gwen Stacy...Like Aunt May. And like him, I know that I cannot save everyone...I couldn't save my friends from being mugged, I couldn't save my grandfather from cancer...I couldn't save bubbles from that car.
But just like Spider-man, just like Peter Parker...I'm not going to stop trying. I'll protect my friends, my family, my loved ones. I'll protect them with everything that I have and am, and with all the power that I have within me. I'll take on Doc Ock, Sandman, Electro, Vulture, Chameleon, Scorpion, Hobgoblin, Green Goblin, Carnage, Venom, Shocker and King Pin if I have to. Even if I get beaten to a bloody pulp. Even if I'd be an inch from death...I'd fight. Because it's no longer just about me...but it's also about all of you.
I want power.
...People often wonder why Spider-man's so screwed up. I mean, he's a guy who just takes on all these psychos more often than not getting beaten to a bloody pulp in the process, but still comes back for more. I mean sure, maybe the dude's this big masochist but...you really think so?
A friend of mine got mugged last night (April 28, 2009) a couple of steps from the entrance of her condominium. Mid-last year, another friend of mine got injured trying to get away from another mugger. August 31, 1999...my grandfather past away due to cancer. 20 years ago, I saw my best friend...bubbles the shitzu get run over right before my 4 year-old eyes. And the list goes on and on and on...
Spider-man does seem like a fool right? Swinging around, cracking jokes left and right...trying to land a punch or two. He sure does seem like a fool...I mean look, where can a Spider win against:
1. a scorpion
2. a chameleon
3. a goblin
4. another goblin that's green
5. a vulture
6. an octopus
7. sand?
8. some black alien goo
(and the list goes on)
But, look the line "with great power comes great responsibility" comes in. So he does this because he feels that he has to? That since he's gifted with this power, he should save others around him? Is it just that? I mean...technically I have great power, graduating from prestigious schools, coming from a well-off family, working at a place that can make a lot of difference...but does that make me responsible for everything out there?
You see, the reason why Spider-man fights against the odds, performs herculean tasks over and over again is because he's protecting those that he loves; Aunt May, Mary Jane, Harry Osbourne and so on and so forth. And after being bullied growing up, watching his Uncle Ben die in front of his eyes, failing to save Gwen Stacy from the Green Goblin...he demanded power...he needed power to help protect those that he loved. Whether it be joining with an alien goo, asking Tony Stark to give him a new costume...and even making a deal with the devil himself, just to protect those that he loves.
You see, if I was the only one I was responsible for...I'd do crazy shit like jump off a bridge with a bungee chord, sky-dive, base-jump, drag race...but no. I have loved ones of my own. Loved ones that I want to protect. Loved ones that I'm willing to die for, and break out of hell again and again for. I mean, if I'm in danger, I could get away. I could duck, I could run, I could serpentine. But if the people I love are in danger, what if I couldn't protect them? All I could do is worry.
Spider-man, no...Peter Parker wanted power so he could be something, so that the bullies would stop, so that the girl would fall for him...but after seeing his Uncle Ben die...he wanted power for another reason altogether. He wanted power so he could protect his loved ones...so that none of them would ever feel in danger. So that none of them would ever feel fear.
And I wanted power. So I could've protected my friends who were getting mugged. So I could've saved my grandfather from cancer. So I could've stopped that car from running bubbles over. I wanted power. I want power so I could stop my friends and family from getting hurt. I want power so that they don't have to feel fear from just walking outside their homes, or feel fear from just being in a densely crowded area. I want power so I could protect them.
But just as Spider-man, Peter Parker learned...even though you have the power, even though you can fight the forces of evil...there are still some that you cannot help...you cannot save. Like Uncle Ben, like Gwen Stacy...Like Aunt May. And like him, I know that I cannot save everyone...I couldn't save my friends from being mugged, I couldn't save my grandfather from cancer...I couldn't save bubbles from that car.
But just like Spider-man, just like Peter Parker...I'm not going to stop trying. I'll protect my friends, my family, my loved ones. I'll protect them with everything that I have and am, and with all the power that I have within me. I'll take on Doc Ock, Sandman, Electro, Vulture, Chameleon, Scorpion, Hobgoblin, Green Goblin, Carnage, Venom, Shocker and King Pin if I have to. Even if I get beaten to a bloody pulp. Even if I'd be an inch from death...I'd fight. Because it's no longer just about me...but it's also about all of you.
I want power.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Commitment in HCMC
Commitment
com⋅mit⋅ment
/kəˈmɪtmənt/ kuh-mit-muhnt]
–noun
1. the act of committing.
2. the state of being committed.
3. the act of committing, pledging, or engaging oneself.
4. a pledge or promise; obligation: We have made a commitment to pay our bills on time.
5. engagement; involvement: They have a sincere commitment to religion.
One thing we’ve been doing here in HCMC was cross roads a lot. According to numerous briefings we’ve had prior to the trip, people would often tell us that when we cross the street, we mustn’t stop in the middle but go through with it all the way. In other words, commit yourself to crossing the street and you’ll come out safe the other way. Don’t stray, don’t falter…just walk your course and you’ll reach the end of the road.
However, looking back…there was also another form of commitment that I’ve been doing. Before leaving, I made a promise to someone to take care of a friend of mine. She told me to make sure nothing happened to her. Though I’ve been doing my best to keep the promise, it seems that I’m slowly failing.
What does it mean to commit? Is it just to pledging, committing, or even engaging oneself to something? Is it just that? Or is there something more involved?
To some, commitment just entails words and some action. However, what some don’t understand/comprehend is that commitment also entails mental & emotional commitment as well. When we commit, we have to give ourselves whole. We don’t say something and after a while change our minds. We don’t say something and do the complete opposite right after.
When you commit yourself to someone, you give yourself fully. You don’t just say things and not truly feel them. You don’t just do things just because you feel like it. You do and say things because you truly believe in them. You don’t tell someone you care about them at one point and then at other points you just don’t give a damn. You don’t tell someone you love them one minute but go after the next pretty face that walks by. You don’t just care about someone fully one minute and the next act so cold and harsh towards them. Be true to them, at the same time, be true to yourself. Though the commitment may not be mutual between two people, as long as you don't stray, you don't falter...everything will be alright.
Love, care, enjoy, commit...fully.
Lying here with a really bad gastritis attack, I lie and ponder…in Ho Chi Minh City, I reflect on commitment and what it really means.
Commitment
com⋅mit⋅ment
/kəˈmɪtmənt/ kuh-mit-muhnt]
–noun
1. the act of committing.
2. the state of being committed.
3. the act of committing, pledging, or engaging oneself.
4. a pledge or promise; obligation: We have made a commitment to pay our bills on time.
5. engagement; involvement: They have a sincere commitment to religion.
One thing we’ve been doing here in HCMC was cross roads a lot. According to numerous briefings we’ve had prior to the trip, people would often tell us that when we cross the street, we mustn’t stop in the middle but go through with it all the way. In other words, commit yourself to crossing the street and you’ll come out safe the other way. Don’t stray, don’t falter…just walk your course and you’ll reach the end of the road.
However, looking back…there was also another form of commitment that I’ve been doing. Before leaving, I made a promise to someone to take care of a friend of mine. She told me to make sure nothing happened to her. Though I’ve been doing my best to keep the promise, it seems that I’m slowly failing.
What does it mean to commit? Is it just to pledging, committing, or even engaging oneself to something? Is it just that? Or is there something more involved?
To some, commitment just entails words and some action. However, what some don’t understand/comprehend is that commitment also entails mental & emotional commitment as well. When we commit, we have to give ourselves whole. We don’t say something and after a while change our minds. We don’t say something and do the complete opposite right after.
When you commit yourself to someone, you give yourself fully. You don’t just say things and not truly feel them. You don’t just do things just because you feel like it. You do and say things because you truly believe in them. You don’t tell someone you care about them at one point and then at other points you just don’t give a damn. You don’t tell someone you love them one minute but go after the next pretty face that walks by. You don’t just care about someone fully one minute and the next act so cold and harsh towards them. Be true to them, at the same time, be true to yourself. Though the commitment may not be mutual between two people, as long as you don't stray, you don't falter...everything will be alright.
Love, care, enjoy, commit...fully.
Lying here with a really bad gastritis attack, I lie and ponder…in Ho Chi Minh City, I reflect on commitment and what it really means.
If I had my own world...
SECRET CROWDS
written by Angels and AirwavesIf I had my own world,
I’d build you an empire.
If I had my own world,
I’d fill it with wealth and desire.
A glorious past to admire,
And voices of kids out walking dogs, birds, planes, cleanest cars.
If I had my own world,
I’d love it for all that’s inside it.
There’d be no more wars, death or riots.
There’d be no more police, packed-parking lots, guns, bombs sounding off.
If I had my own world,
I’d build you an empire.
From here to the far lands,
To spread love like violence.
If I had my own world,
I’d build you an empire.
From here to the far lands,
To spread love like violence.
Let me feel you, carry you higher.
Watch your words spread hope like fires.
Secret crowds rise up and gather.
Hear your voices sing back louder.
If I had my own world,
I’d show you the life that’s inside it.
The way that it glows when you find it.
And the way it survives with its families, friends or its enemies.
Let’s make this a new world.
I swear you can go if you want to.
I know that you have that within you.
Inventing the first clean and useable, gods greatest miracle.
If I had my own world,
I’d build you an empire.
From here to the far lands,
To spread love like violence.
If I had my own world,
I’d build you an empire.
From here to the far lands,
To spread love like violence.
Let me feel you, carry you higher.
Watch your words spread hope like fires.
Secret crowds rise up and gather.
Hear your voices sing back louder.
Let me feel you, carry you higher.
Watch your words spread hope like fires.
Secret crowds rise up and gather.
Hear your voices sing back louder.
Let me feel you, carry you higher.
Watch your words spread hope like fires.
Secret crowds rise up and gather.
Hear your voices sing back louder.
Let me feel you, carry you higher.
Watch your words spread hope like fires.
Secret crowds rise up and gather.
Hear your voices sing back louder.
Friday, January 09, 2009
2008 in hindsight…
A year starts the same way every year; with the clock ticking, one second at a time…finally reaching the 12 marker. With all the explosions and varied colored lights, lighting up the dark smoke filled night sky, one may easily forget that a year has ended and a new year has arrived. Sitting on a chair, with a cigarette in hand…I try and look back at the year that was…and look towards the year that will be.
2008 started just as any other year…but I knew that as soon as I stepped into the office, changes were coming. I remember my first partner. It was gonna be her last week in the office since she decided to pursue a Masters Degree abroad…and that I’d be having a new boss by the end of that week. I was still continuing a nightmare project I was given the year prior…and much like everything…I felt despair. I was also given two nightmare accounts. A car manufacturer and a tel-co…two of the most demanding type of accounts there are and I knew that to be able to survive…I’d need to grow, both as an AE and as a person.
A couple of months later, my first boss and other partner also decided to leave, starting a trend of resignations and a massive organizational restructure in the agency…but of course…I wasn’t touched. Still handling pretty much the same accounts I was months prior and realizing that I still have a lot to learn.
But not all things were bad. Though things were getting tougher, harder for me…I was able to meet someone. Though we knew each other for close to a year, we only started getting close then and there. And when things started going badly for me…I knew that it was okay coz I met a new friend who I knew would be my friend for a long time.
Towards the latter part of the year, things started looking up. I was doing really well in the office and my new friend and I were getting closer and closer. And right then and there, I knew that it couldn’t get any better than that. A trip to the mountains, Ramon Roquetta and Machego Cheese, Grandburgers, Wall-E, House of the Dead, James Bond, Twilight, Krispy Kreme runs…Magic Moments and Nocturnal Sunshine.
And before I knew it…the year was ending. Just like that, snap…the year went by. Faster than anyone could’ve imagined.
I light another cigarette.
The year ends, pretty much the same way the year begins. If a year begins in turmoil, towards the end of the year…turmoil begins yet again. One of the things that I regret the most was this argument my friend and I had. I knew that I had something great, something wonderful…but I just had to ruin it. Took me a while to realize what I did, took me a while to realize what I needed to do. It took me a while to realize what I may have lost.
Things may not be the same again…I know that…but I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to accept it…but I know that I have to.
The year begins…with me sitting on a bench, with a bottle of vodka a plastic glass with melted ice in it…sitting next to one of my dearest friends…staring at green-lit stairs. I know I screwed up. I screwed up big time. But I look forward.
2009 has started, though I would’ve like it to start on better terms, I know that the year to come is in my hands. There’s a whole lot of stuff I need to learn. A whole lot of stuff I need to realize and work on. I look towards the year to come and I know that things may and will be different. There are a lot of things I regret doing, but there are more things I wouldn’t change in the year that passed.
I look forward to more Krispy Kreme runs, more Ramon Roquettas and Machego Cheeses. I look forward to more Grandbugers and trips out of town. I look forward to more Magic Moments and Nocturnal Shunshine.
I look forward, not in despair, but in hope. I look forward and the see the world looking back at me. Slowly, with hesitation…I put one foot forward. Realizing that I’m standing over the edge and that I cannot go back. I put one foot forward. Slowly letting go of the year that was and leap into the arms of the year that will be. And as I fall into the abyss, tread forward into tomorrow…I know that this will be the year. This is the moment. There’s no looking back now. There’s no turning back, no going back. This is me, with a cigarette in hand. This is me.
A year starts the same way every year; with the clock ticking, one second at a time…finally reaching the 12 marker. With all the explosions and varied colored lights, lighting up the dark smoke filled night sky, one may easily forget that a year has ended and a new year has arrived. Sitting on a chair, with a cigarette in hand…I try and look back at the year that was…and look towards the year that will be.
2008 started just as any other year…but I knew that as soon as I stepped into the office, changes were coming. I remember my first partner. It was gonna be her last week in the office since she decided to pursue a Masters Degree abroad…and that I’d be having a new boss by the end of that week. I was still continuing a nightmare project I was given the year prior…and much like everything…I felt despair. I was also given two nightmare accounts. A car manufacturer and a tel-co…two of the most demanding type of accounts there are and I knew that to be able to survive…I’d need to grow, both as an AE and as a person.
A couple of months later, my first boss and other partner also decided to leave, starting a trend of resignations and a massive organizational restructure in the agency…but of course…I wasn’t touched. Still handling pretty much the same accounts I was months prior and realizing that I still have a lot to learn.
But not all things were bad. Though things were getting tougher, harder for me…I was able to meet someone. Though we knew each other for close to a year, we only started getting close then and there. And when things started going badly for me…I knew that it was okay coz I met a new friend who I knew would be my friend for a long time.
Towards the latter part of the year, things started looking up. I was doing really well in the office and my new friend and I were getting closer and closer. And right then and there, I knew that it couldn’t get any better than that. A trip to the mountains, Ramon Roquetta and Machego Cheese, Grandburgers, Wall-E, House of the Dead, James Bond, Twilight, Krispy Kreme runs…Magic Moments and Nocturnal Sunshine.
And before I knew it…the year was ending. Just like that, snap…the year went by. Faster than anyone could’ve imagined.
I light another cigarette.
The year ends, pretty much the same way the year begins. If a year begins in turmoil, towards the end of the year…turmoil begins yet again. One of the things that I regret the most was this argument my friend and I had. I knew that I had something great, something wonderful…but I just had to ruin it. Took me a while to realize what I did, took me a while to realize what I needed to do. It took me a while to realize what I may have lost.
Things may not be the same again…I know that…but I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to accept it…but I know that I have to.
The year begins…with me sitting on a bench, with a bottle of vodka a plastic glass with melted ice in it…sitting next to one of my dearest friends…staring at green-lit stairs. I know I screwed up. I screwed up big time. But I look forward.
2009 has started, though I would’ve like it to start on better terms, I know that the year to come is in my hands. There’s a whole lot of stuff I need to learn. A whole lot of stuff I need to realize and work on. I look towards the year to come and I know that things may and will be different. There are a lot of things I regret doing, but there are more things I wouldn’t change in the year that passed.
I look forward to more Krispy Kreme runs, more Ramon Roquettas and Machego Cheeses. I look forward to more Grandbugers and trips out of town. I look forward to more Magic Moments and Nocturnal Shunshine.
I look forward, not in despair, but in hope. I look forward and the see the world looking back at me. Slowly, with hesitation…I put one foot forward. Realizing that I’m standing over the edge and that I cannot go back. I put one foot forward. Slowly letting go of the year that was and leap into the arms of the year that will be. And as I fall into the abyss, tread forward into tomorrow…I know that this will be the year. This is the moment. There’s no looking back now. There’s no turning back, no going back. This is me, with a cigarette in hand. This is me.
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