Fate, an inevitable predetermined event wherein somethings are just said to be unavoidable. Many people believe in fate, they believe that some events are just bound or happens rather because of fate or destiny. That you cannot avoid this event and thus believe that it is meant to be or is meant to happen.
A person living an ordinary life, doing the same things, experiencing the same things in his every day life, then suddenly experiences something extraordinary that makes them believe that this is destined for them. Like when two people meet at some point, it is their belief that maybe.. they were destined to meet in this specific time, place, with these certain circumstances. Well, true.. maybe we really are destined to meet with someone at some point. But what if you hadn't gone out of bed which normally you would do. What if you slept a little bit longer, had a different routine in your every day life. So maybe.. this fate/destiny we believe is just in fact, a coincidence that might happen to anyone. A mere coincidence that if at some point you would do something different, it would change the chain of events that should have happened.
Maybe it's true that our life is predestined and is really organized by our fate.
But then again, maybe it's just coincidence..we all have our own beliefs, I mean anything can happen right?
*after reading this I realized that it doesn't make any sense at all haha.anyway..*
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
I miss laughing my heart out.
I miss thinking and talking about anything dumb in this foolish world and laughing like crazy; like there's no tomorrow.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Death.
A normal person has an average life span of 50-80. If lucky, you can live up to a hundred years or even more. If you think about it, life is long, you can live for up to so many years unlike other living beings. Yes, life indeed seems so long that you may take it for granted. Until the day comes where this very long life that seemed so long is replaced by this opposite sad event where all things a person have experienced, accomplished etc. would be gone in an instant; death.
I know for a fact that life will always come to an end. That in the long journey of a person, there will and always be an end to it. That's just the way it is. Though sometimes there might also come a time, where we would take for granted the company or existence of a person we know. That we may think they would always be there when we need them and take them for granted. Because we would think that life is long and there's always time, but when that time comes, that time we know, would turn into regrets; sadness that is so hard to overcome. You would wish that you had spent more time with that person, have spent much more happy moments, have said sorry for all the things you've done, have said thank you for the happy moments, advices, luxury. You'd wish that you were there when he died, that you had given him at least the last hug, those last words; thank you - i love you and goodbye. You'd wish you have been a better person, that you could have done something in order to make things have a different result --- but that's life, regret always comes in the end.
So you think again, life isn't really that long after all..
Sorry - Thank you - I love you - Good bye
Rest in peace dad.. February 18 1951 - October 8 , 2009
I know for a fact that life will always come to an end. That in the long journey of a person, there will and always be an end to it. That's just the way it is. Though sometimes there might also come a time, where we would take for granted the company or existence of a person we know. That we may think they would always be there when we need them and take them for granted. Because we would think that life is long and there's always time, but when that time comes, that time we know, would turn into regrets; sadness that is so hard to overcome. You would wish that you had spent more time with that person, have spent much more happy moments, have said sorry for all the things you've done, have said thank you for the happy moments, advices, luxury. You'd wish that you were there when he died, that you had given him at least the last hug, those last words; thank you - i love you and goodbye. You'd wish you have been a better person, that you could have done something in order to make things have a different result --- but that's life, regret always comes in the end.
So you think again, life isn't really that long after all..
Sorry - Thank you - I love you - Good bye
Rest in peace dad.. February 18 1951 - October 8 , 2009
Dejavu?
Ever get the feeling that there are certain instances or moments in our life where it seemed like it already happened in the past? A weird familiar feeling where an event had already occurred though you don't have any idea what the exact circumstances in that particular event happened, just this strong feeling of familiarity and eeriness.
When you think about it, maybe we are living in this parallel universe, where in that other world(wherever that is), the same event in our life is occurring but with just different circumstances, different choices, a different outcome/result. Where in this world you may be sad, you may have made a bad choice. But in that other world, you made the right choice; and you're happy.
But then again..maybe I'm just thinking much.
When you think about it, maybe we are living in this parallel universe, where in that other world(wherever that is), the same event in our life is occurring but with just different circumstances, different choices, a different outcome/result. Where in this world you may be sad, you may have made a bad choice. But in that other world, you made the right choice; and you're happy.
But then again..maybe I'm just thinking much.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A loving silence is far more powerful than the most well-intentioned words.
Sometimes no matter how hard you explain, even if you use all the words found in the dictionary, even if you talk for hours and hours, no matter how comforting it may sound, a loving silence is far more powerful than the most well-intentioned words.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Love is like waiting for a bus.
found this on the internet..sad to say.. I'm still waiting for the bus LOL.
When a bus comes, you look at it and you say to yourself, “Eeee… so full…cannot sit down”. So you said to yourself, “I’ll wait for the next one.” You let the bus go and waited for another bus.
Another bus came,you looked at it and you said, “Eeee…this bus is so old… not too comfortable.” So you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus.
After awhile,another bus came. It’s not crowded and not old but you said, “Eeee…no air-condition…better wait for the next one.” So again you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus.
Then the sky started to get dark as it is getting late. You panicked and jumped on to the next coming bus. It is not until much later that you found out that you had boarded on to the wrong bus!
So you wasted your time and money waiting for what you want!
Even if an air-conditioned bus came, can you ensure that the aircon won’t break down or will the aircon be too cold for you?
Its not wrong to make sure of what you want. But it wouldn’t hurt to give other people a chance, right? If you found that the “bus” doesn’t suit you, hey just press the red button and get off the bus!
I'm sure all of you have experienced this before. You saw a bus coming (the bus you wanted of course) you flagged it and the driver acted as if he didn't see you and zoomed pass you!
The bottom line is, being loved is like waiting for a bus. Whether you want to get on the bus and give the bus a chance depends totally on you. Walking alone is just like being out of love. But hey, at least you can still wait for that bus that will give you the ride of your life. =)
Seize the day.
Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.
When a bus comes, you look at it and you say to yourself, “Eeee… so full…cannot sit down”. So you said to yourself, “I’ll wait for the next one.” You let the bus go and waited for another bus.
Another bus came,you looked at it and you said, “Eeee…this bus is so old… not too comfortable.” So you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus.
After awhile,another bus came. It’s not crowded and not old but you said, “Eeee…no air-condition…better wait for the next one.” So again you let the bus go and decided to wait for the next bus.
Then the sky started to get dark as it is getting late. You panicked and jumped on to the next coming bus. It is not until much later that you found out that you had boarded on to the wrong bus!
So you wasted your time and money waiting for what you want!
Even if an air-conditioned bus came, can you ensure that the aircon won’t break down or will the aircon be too cold for you?
Its not wrong to make sure of what you want. But it wouldn’t hurt to give other people a chance, right? If you found that the “bus” doesn’t suit you, hey just press the red button and get off the bus!
I'm sure all of you have experienced this before. You saw a bus coming (the bus you wanted of course) you flagged it and the driver acted as if he didn't see you and zoomed pass you!
The bottom line is, being loved is like waiting for a bus. Whether you want to get on the bus and give the bus a chance depends totally on you. Walking alone is just like being out of love. But hey, at least you can still wait for that bus that will give you the ride of your life. =)
Seize the day.
Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.
Starbucks Principle taken from 69, found in mobius forums.
not yet in the mood to really start posting my ideas and childish perspectives.. so here's a post taken from a friend just so this pathetic blog has something in it :) but surely my own posts would probably follow. Also I think this post is a year old or more already.. anyway just wanna share :P
Haven't you noticed how starbucks has taken the place of Megamall, Enchanted Kingom and Jollibee? Today, Starbucks spells gimmick. Suddenly, everyone is mad about coffee, and is willing to spend a whoping hundred bucks for "one tall mocha frappe please!" or "i'll have one grande iced coffee please!" Everyone claims its different, its something else, its to die for! instead of catching a nice flick at the cinema, the filipino's new idea of fun is to voluntarily park their buns at the cafe and gulp all the caffeine they can.No one knows exactly why starbucks has become the hot spot, when what they serve is just foamed blend 45 for crying out loud! oh, try pointing this out to Starbucks fanatics (i.e., the likes of teeny-boppers and kikay girls), and you can expect getting attacked on how little you know about coffee. Get ready with answers like, "duh!! Starbucks isn't just coffee! they're ground beans and processed chocolate and skimmed milk! What do u know about that?!"They have a point there, though, because even in the United states, when you talk about coffee, Starbucks comes first. Their ingredients are never questionable, and If im not mistaken, starbucks is an established-since-year brand. In short, Starbucks is the coffee authority. But it ends there. Starbucks is just plain coffee, PERIOD! Certainly not a gimmick place or some sort,not convincing enough as an alternative for the mall. This, I repeat, is the case in the United States.But Starbucks invades Manila and here it becomes an obsession. As you may have already seen, the interiors of Starbucks cafes are all designed to create a distinct ambiance. Notice from the italian-tiled flooring, to the cowboy-motif wallcovering, to the fancy lamps, tables, and chairs crafted like those only seen in home magazines. Of course, who would miss the complicated bar encounter, behind wich all the grinders and blenders are displayed as if to remind you they really do process your cappuccino.I mean, who can resist frequenting a posh place like this? Instead of worrying about other important things, the typical kikay teenager puts on her best dress, and with her kikay friends, goes straight to Starbucks where she orders "one tall caramel frappe please!"This takes time to prepare, which is fine. She feels rewarded by the fact that the ethical barista would shout her name across the room by the time her frappe is ready. After she claims it, she heads for the self-service corner where she takes excessive packets of extra sugar, extra cream, an inch thick of Starbucks tisuue paper for souvenir. Then she sits by the front window, hoping someone she knows would pass by and see her drinking expensive coffee. She takes remarkably small sips in order to prolong her stay, like a real smart-ass.During the entire process, there is the obligation flaunting of Nokia cellphones, the occasional eruptions of "yeah" and "sure" here and there. You get the impression everyone in the room is from conyo sector. Pathetic as it is, the Starbucks atmosphere is so contagious that it simply brings out the social climber in one.Mr. Starbucks is certainly not stupid! He is aware of the average Pinoy desire to be associated and considers among the elite because, well, in reality, the average Pinoy is farrr .. from being that.But when in Starbucks, the average pinoy is instantly made to feel she's in New York, or Las Vegas or Paris, or anywhere else but Manila -- one probable reason why we, filipinos buy this flick. We are total suckers for anything that is western in concept.In this age of harsh realities of poverty and chaos, anything that offers oblivion and temporary indulgence sells fast. no matter how costly it is.Starbucks is no longer than a coffee, Its already a religion wherein, we, filipinos practically worship that green logo with the exotic lady shows where we derived our strength to move on. It is from the promise of Starbucks every pay day.
Haven't you noticed how starbucks has taken the place of Megamall, Enchanted Kingom and Jollibee? Today, Starbucks spells gimmick. Suddenly, everyone is mad about coffee, and is willing to spend a whoping hundred bucks for "one tall mocha frappe please!" or "i'll have one grande iced coffee please!" Everyone claims its different, its something else, its to die for! instead of catching a nice flick at the cinema, the filipino's new idea of fun is to voluntarily park their buns at the cafe and gulp all the caffeine they can.No one knows exactly why starbucks has become the hot spot, when what they serve is just foamed blend 45 for crying out loud! oh, try pointing this out to Starbucks fanatics (i.e., the likes of teeny-boppers and kikay girls), and you can expect getting attacked on how little you know about coffee. Get ready with answers like, "duh!! Starbucks isn't just coffee! they're ground beans and processed chocolate and skimmed milk! What do u know about that?!"They have a point there, though, because even in the United states, when you talk about coffee, Starbucks comes first. Their ingredients are never questionable, and If im not mistaken, starbucks is an established-since-year brand. In short, Starbucks is the coffee authority. But it ends there. Starbucks is just plain coffee, PERIOD! Certainly not a gimmick place or some sort,not convincing enough as an alternative for the mall. This, I repeat, is the case in the United States.But Starbucks invades Manila and here it becomes an obsession. As you may have already seen, the interiors of Starbucks cafes are all designed to create a distinct ambiance. Notice from the italian-tiled flooring, to the cowboy-motif wallcovering, to the fancy lamps, tables, and chairs crafted like those only seen in home magazines. Of course, who would miss the complicated bar encounter, behind wich all the grinders and blenders are displayed as if to remind you they really do process your cappuccino.I mean, who can resist frequenting a posh place like this? Instead of worrying about other important things, the typical kikay teenager puts on her best dress, and with her kikay friends, goes straight to Starbucks where she orders "one tall caramel frappe please!"This takes time to prepare, which is fine. She feels rewarded by the fact that the ethical barista would shout her name across the room by the time her frappe is ready. After she claims it, she heads for the self-service corner where she takes excessive packets of extra sugar, extra cream, an inch thick of Starbucks tisuue paper for souvenir. Then she sits by the front window, hoping someone she knows would pass by and see her drinking expensive coffee. She takes remarkably small sips in order to prolong her stay, like a real smart-ass.During the entire process, there is the obligation flaunting of Nokia cellphones, the occasional eruptions of "yeah" and "sure" here and there. You get the impression everyone in the room is from conyo sector. Pathetic as it is, the Starbucks atmosphere is so contagious that it simply brings out the social climber in one.Mr. Starbucks is certainly not stupid! He is aware of the average Pinoy desire to be associated and considers among the elite because, well, in reality, the average Pinoy is farrr .. from being that.But when in Starbucks, the average pinoy is instantly made to feel she's in New York, or Las Vegas or Paris, or anywhere else but Manila -- one probable reason why we, filipinos buy this flick. We are total suckers for anything that is western in concept.In this age of harsh realities of poverty and chaos, anything that offers oblivion and temporary indulgence sells fast. no matter how costly it is.Starbucks is no longer than a coffee, Its already a religion wherein, we, filipinos practically worship that green logo with the exotic lady shows where we derived our strength to move on. It is from the promise of Starbucks every pay day.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
There's always a first in everything.
I've been thinking about it for quite some time now, though I never thought I'd really try and make a blog.
Ever felt like you just needed to lay down things running through your mind?
like you just needed to speak your mind.
maybe I'm just thinking too much..
.. but then again maybe its just boredom taking over me.
Anyway, there's always a first in everything.
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