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Showing posts with label Just a thought. Show all posts

I am not lucky but...

While some people are exceptionally lucky to always win raffle draws, I am perpetually the opposite. Perhaps I'd be struck by a lightning a hundred times before I even get a chance to win a scratch off lottery game.

But then again, I am still lucky. Just in a different way.

Several days ago, I won a nationwide Blog Writing Contest from AirAsia Philippines. And this isn't the first time I've won a contest. I've won several quiz bees, Math challenges (I detest Math, though), extemporaneous speeches, sports (MVP and Best Goalkeeper), and poster-making contests during my prime childhood and teenage years. I've won quite a few international logo and web design contests, too. And in the recent years, I've bagged some nationwide and local blog awards.

Yes, it does sound like I am blowing my own horn here because I am indeed blowing my own horn. And I am not ashamed to admit that. But what I'm only trying to say is, I've never won a contest I didn't work hard for.

And this is how my luck comes in.

My luck came in the moment I won genetic lottery. My mom's a straight-A student and my dad graduated with a lot of degrees. Their combined genes produced good looks *wink* (although you don't need to know that). But more than that, I was lucky to be born to two hard-working parents who gave their best to send me to a good school. And since I had better education than most kids, I see how that made a perfect sense how well my talents and skills were honed.

I believe I am smart, talented, and skillful. But it doesn't stop at that. The hard thing about the kind of luck I have is that I have to orchestrate my own success. I cannot just rely my fate on the stars or lucky charms or mathematical patterns. I have to be the captain of my ship and do things not half-assed. So I hope you won't take it badly when people put their faces upfront to brag about their own successes and achievements (like what I am doing now). Because our achievements, no matter how big or small they are, are reminders that we are continuously improving. We worked hard for it, we tell the world about it. I think we all deserve that shining moment.

Even though I do not have the same luck as those people who won the lottery twice in a row, I would say I am blessed. I am blessed to have people in my life who inspire me and push me to become better. I am blessed to know that I am being valued. And that is enough to make me always look at life positively. I am blessed beyond compare and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Make your life your best masterpiece.



Get a Life

I was browsing through a thousand photos that I have just transferred from my memory card and sorted them according to the places I've been to when I said to myself, "my 20-year old self would be so envious of me".

She was a carefree, adventurous, and spirited young girl until the chains of digital age caught her. She got herself locked up and enslaved in a virtual world. Many of you would describe her as a video game addict. Yes, that typical gamer who'd resist the urge to use a toilet and deal with it for as long as she can. She allowed the video games to control and take over her life. And for years, she turned into a zombiefied no-lifer girl who merely existed for rare drops and +7s.

She wasted her life playing video games, I would say so. And that is the sad and horrible truth video game addicts will never realize until they take a step back and zoom out to see a wider view of what they've been missing (and losing) in real life. When you get into that sinkhole and lose sight of what's real, you lose grip of what could have been great. Maybe if I played a hundred hours less and devoted that hundred hours practicing the guitar instead, I would have been a prodigy by now. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but I know you get my drift.
Go out. Chase the sun. Be free.
I have nothing against gaming and I do not regret playing video games. Perhaps I played too much, spent too much, and did not care too much. Perhaps I did not set my priorities right. Perhaps I neglected a lot of important things. Apparently, the video games have not brought me any closer to the things that I really want and honestly, it made me feel a little dead inside. But there's no use crying over spilled milk because none of that matters now. I cannot change what I've done in the past but I have changed my ways to live better than to simply just exist. Maybe I have just outgrown it. Maybe I got bored. Or maybe I just want to do something even more with my life. Whatever that is, I am certain now that I know better.

It's a tough world out there and I do understand we all need an escape from time to time. I have my ways of escaping reality but gaming is no longer one of them. (I don't do drugs, okay?)

Yes, I have already quit playing virtual games a long time ago and LIFE HAS NEVER BEEN BETTER. :)


When You Need to Stoop Down

I don't air grievances on Facebook.

Okay, I did it once. But only to defend myself from cyber attacks of people who were once significant to me. And that was it. I believe in taking the high road and not stooping down their level. I can bite my tongue and just let it slide even if there are already a hundred reasons to take out that inner bitch inside me.

People suck. That's a fact. I have high tolerance for rudeness, stupidity, jerks, assholes, hypocrites, and bullshit. I think I deserve a medal or a merit for this. But all I get is more assholes pushing me to the limits until bam! I just found myself mudslinging.

And you're reading one of my moments.

I have said words that hurt. Words that have long been kept on my mind. I wanted to take out all my trump cards and lay them down like I was going to win a poker game just because I wanted to see them go down. I wanted it to sting. I wanted them to hurt badly. I wanted them to feel what they made me feel. I fired bullets to the already wounded.

And I know I shouldn't have.

The counterattack didn't help. I wasn't able to get my point across. The shots fired did not make me feel good either. I took the low road to victory because I wanted the people to know that I was right and they were wrong. But I realized everybody's a loser there. And I see why it's called a low road. It is murky and shitty down there. And it's hard to get all the goo off your body after sinking deep in that shit. It's like all the values you hold have been stripped off and voided. What difference was I to them then?

No matter, I am still glad I took that road. It made me feel what it's like to be there, what it's like to be them. And bruce-almighty-forbid I become like them.

I do not want to be like them.

So the next time they throw mud at me and I have the urge to stoop down their level, this should remind me how shitty it is to be back there. That shit isn't worth it.

So for everyone who feels the need to retaliate, take the low road, and stoop down... Stop. You are better than that. BE CLASSY. It's the best payback to knock them down... and effortlessly at that! :)



Take It from the President

While listening to President Digong's SONA, there was one particular line that struck us (and I know most of you can relate to): "We cannot move forward if we allow the past to pull us back".

At dahil dyan, siyempre, hindi mawawala ang usaping pag-ibig. Lalo na sa mga hindi pa nakakamove-on at sa mga ayaw pang mag move-on.

Lelz.

My friends and I had a small talk earlier and I was asked a question: How did you get out of a 12-year relationship, got through the heartbreak, and took things in stride? 

I smirked. 

I have been asked this question a million times already. And so I'll just wrap everything up in this post.

Believe it or not, it was not easy. No heartbreak is.

I had shares of crying an ocean and drowning myself in it. I must have sung Rhett Miller's Come Around more than once every freakin day. I went into a downward spiral to self-destruction by gulping down alcohol - which shocked a few of my friends because they had known me as someone who does not drink (but I do have occasional bottle of beer or two now because I believe it's healthy).

Yes, it wasn't easy. I had to listen to Rebecca Black's Friday over and over again just to remind myself that there are things worse than heartbreak (imagine the horror). Apparently, there's none. But I survived. How?

First, I've dealt with the emotional separation before the actual break up occurred. Maybe it's a bad thing and it's not something I am proud of, but that's my best move not to receive a fatal blow.

Second, I have my platonic relationships to thank. My world doesn't revolve around a guy alone. So when I lose a guy, I still find emotional intimacy from close friends to whom I can cry my heart out until the pain withers.

Third, loving can hurt but it is the most wonderful feeling in the world. Bakit ko ipagkakait sa sarili yun? I refuse to drown in misery -- ito lang yun eh. Masarap kaya ang magmahal.

And last but not the least, I prayed. I don't think anything is more powerful than a prayer. I am not a religious person, but at least, I have Someone to turn to whenever I feel like I have nothing more to lose.

We all have our shares of heartbreaks and we all have our ways of coping. There's no quick fix to heal a broken heart and no one's going to tell you how to do it. But you will always have a choice whether to remain slumped in the dumps or to stand up and just pull your shit together.


Your Misery Is My Happiness

Not that I am a ruthless, vile, and mean girl.

But I can be ruthless, vile, and mean. You just have to ask for it.

For a few days, I tried unplugging from Facebook because every time I open it, I feel like I need Advil or something. I've gone as far as deactivating my account before only to log back in two days later. So it's no surprise that I miserably failed in my attempt to unplug again. I hate to see myself take comfort in this Facebook-induced sleep-deprivation and I continue to feed on its toxicity. Well, it's not my fault that whenever I open the browser my left index finger would immediately hit "F".

It's Science.

I blame that to muscle memory. Haha.

People on Facebook have really been active these days. It's pretty good to see everyone engaged as Philippines is going through a heated Presidential election. To see everyone get involved or speak up is better than silence and apathy. But it can really get overwhelming too. May magagaling. Ang daming nagmamamagaling. At may mga cute na kagaya kong nahi-highblood na lang sa mga nababasa. 

And just like all the other days, I was aimlessly scrolling Facebook hoping to find anything that has nothing to do with politics. Then I happened to chance upon Bianca Gonzalez's post regarding morenas and how dark-skinned people are still bullied.

Napatigil ako. I was born morena. But I don't think I was bullied for it. None that I can recall.