I'm Gonna Teach You Magic

Let's talk about a humane experience that changed our society. 

Reading.

The best thing about it is you absorb the knowledge, the opinions and in some selected, yet wonderful moments, you feel the pains and joys of the writer. 

Every now and then, their writings pop in your brain just like a last (song) "book" syndrome. 

You think about them as often as you should have.

 Then eventually, they become a part of your life. 

You live with those ideals that were originally just printed words on second hand books.

 They  become a part of you.

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Reading is uniquely different from any other "hobbies". Reading is never passive. 

The act itself will require lazy human beings to at least do one single important activity: 

use their brains.

Reading gives you the time in the world to build your dreams,

 work with the power of your imagination, 

discover worlds unkown to you, 

realize your inner desires and learn your apprehensions. 

It practically can, and often does, 

change a person. 

That's magic.

Then one day, you have to share that knowledge to others. 

You tell stories of words that turned into adventures.

 And you tell adventures that turned into memories.

I can't imagine my life, and even yours,  without strings of words.

 I don't know if a human being can turn into a sensible creature 
without the magic of words on print. 
I don't know if civilization would even realize 
how to show great pleasure over a glass of coke 
without highfalutin words to describe the experience. 

Coke, yes, I'm talking about the thirst quenching ability the coke can give a dried up throat in one single sip. 

See? 

Those are words.

 Again, very magical.

Currently Reading: Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl. 

(I won't hide the fact that it pains me how humans can be so inhumane. Hitler, whatever came into you, is beyond my capacity to understand.)

The Jungle Game

Tada! My blog posts recently are perfectly spaced. 

I've been writing them with at least a week gap! And they're not as light-hearted as before.

 I've done some really serious talking these past few days.  

They're not actually "talking" because they are more of 

"help-me-please-things-are-a-little-out-of-hand-over-here".

 Oh, the things that dance in my head are sometimes too overwhelming. 

My friends even noticed what a jungle my neurons are. 

Yesterday I asked a friend this:

1. Do you believe in God?

Then I googled everything. 

And I even did some fast research about Buddhism. 

By the way, any of you here who practice Buddhism? 

As of this time, I kinda want to hear more about it.

Then today, I skyped him this:

2. Do you know any good recipes that you can cook with boiling water?

Then I googled everything about it, again. 

(It really helps that I have a job that offers me unlimited access to Mr. Google, 

I love my job way too much because of that) 

I really got hooked with some cool soup recipes in foodnetwork. 

Anyhow, maybe you know some good recipes? 

I would really appreciate it! ;)

Note: I only accept recipes using boiling water, no frying or using of oven, because I can only hide a heater inside my room without my land lady realizing I've been using too much electricity than I'm allowed. :D

Note 2: And please, don't suggest noodles and boiled egg as recipes.

 I've been eating too much sodium and cholesterol for the past 2 years. :|

You've Got to Choose Something at Some Point

I heard about the cliche of being stuck somewhere in your existence. 

Midlife crisis, search for meaning, spiritual awakening or soul searching...

you know the trend.

I'm 21 and I'm pretty scared of what's gonna happen

 and what's NOT gonna happen.

Sometimes, 

I am pressured to do something, 

to risk something and 

to just let go of any insecurities I have 

and start to live a life that I won't be regretting years from now.

20s is the decade where you must make this major decision of choosing between

setting a stable career 

OR 

cultivating personal growth.

Choosing career will push you to set your vision into what's socially acceptable, 

what's right and what's gonna sustain your shampoo, soap and morning cereals-- 

practicality---

that simple but also as PLAIN as that.

Choosing Personal Growth leads you to what may not be socially acceptable,

 what may not be right and 

what may lead you to days of scavenging can goods.

 It's pretty scary because it isn't practical and it isn't safe.

 But that careless courage of accepting the possibility of eating can goods forever is pretty awesome.

Especially if you're born human.

I'm quoting Taylor for this:

"I don't know what I want, so don't ask me
Cause I'm still trying to figure it out
Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking
Trying to see through the rain coming down"

Welcome aboard fellow soul searchers!

And I just learned a new word, Mishto and that's awesome in Gypsy language

Too Bad This Keeps Getting Regular

Would it be peculiar for somebody to be completely happy 

then feel extremely emotional after 3 hours? 

I have been getting this "emotional shift" every now and then. 

I don't know if it's just because all of my endorphins were drained in the past days but clearly, this has been a regular occurrence in my oh-so-peculiar life.  

Bipolar maybe? 

I tried to read through that disorder during our Psychiatric Nursing 

and the symptoms were not that apparent aside from my exhilaration and down times.

Okay okay. 

God forbid. 

I am not so thrilled of me getting a psychiatric disorder.

There's this crazy lump in my throat and I can feel it connecting through my eye sockets 

and I just wanna wail, cry and curl up in my bed.

 I don't even have a problem. 

Life's completely okay these days. 

But deep down, I just wanna cry.

 I wanna leave this office and go straight to my room,

 turn off the lights and cover myself with a blanket and just let this out.

My little heart is trying to breath,

 I want it to stay calm.

 I want peace.

 I want to run away.

Greeting Cards

I used to open some old envelopes from my mother’s closet when I was a kid.

I love to read the long-hand letters written by papa to mama. I found pleasure reading postcards from people I really don’t know.  I love to read how they say they love my mama, that they miss their moments together and that they’re wishing everybody a good life.

I especially adore this card and kept it without my mama’s permission for almost 10 years now. The card was sent by someone named Baby. I don’t know her. I didn’t even ask my mama who she is because if I did, she’ll find out I’ve been sneaking on her stuffs. But the card told me she’s a close college friend and she’s been living in the US for a very long time. And that she sent this card approximately 10 years after they graduated college.

Now, I found myself with the need of writing those kinds of letters too. 
I’m not a big fan of emails. I grew up receiving snail mails from mama who worked abroad since I was 5. The feeling of opening an envelope and knowing that it traveled thousand of miles is exceptional, I get goose bumps and heart flutters that I’ve never felt while opening random emails.

Someone said that the friends you had in college are the ones who’ll stay as your friends forever. The friends I had are one of the blessings I had accidentally received in my four years in the university. They’re the  kind of people that you didn’t even had a time to make eye contact with on the first day and then, the following months, became the people who you can’t eat lunch without and the ones who made life struggles so much easier.

Days from now, they’ll be going back to their lives before college. Go back to their hometowns. Fly to a different city. Migrate to a different country. And just like me, they’ll also start completely different lives to places and circumstances directed by their fates.
 I know that promises will be made to not forget each other, to still keep in touch and keep everyone in their hearts. But distance will still be as it is, a very wide space that will let us meet new people and learn life anew.

And that is why I took a lot of pictures; dared to do some grand adventures; laughed at random stupid jokes; shared scary secrets; accepted that I was naive and crazy; made some random dreams and started the process of creating myself. These things I wouldn't have done without your amazing company.

Let’s keep each other in our hearts and always know that I love you.

sige, bal-an ko corny and senti much. kadlawe nyo na ko. bahaha. but from the heart ni dudes. lab you!!!

Floaters

It rained on my graduation day.

3 days before the board exam, it rained consistently every morning.

And an hour after we took the last set, the heavens poured again.

We all want to think that all the rainy moments stand as blessings.

On June 29, just a day before the board exam,

our teachers visited us and almost everyone cried.

 I sobbed like a baby while looking at them.

I didn't even cry for a very long time.

I didn't even feel scared.

Not as scared and anxious as I thought

I would be.

We did everything to be as happy as possible the night 

before June 30.

*and yes, that's the best shot I've got :D

^We wore red undies over our heads and wore them between our thighs the next day.

Just because we believe it's good luck.

^I wrote RN (registered nurse) on my 5th and last test paper.

^I destroyed my pencil's lead after the last test and

kicked my chair just before I pass my last answer sheet,

a ritual my friends and I did to mark the end 

of our first and last board exam,

there's no way we're going to take it again.

NO WAY.

The exam was not easy. 

After the 5 sets, I felt like I was floating.

 It's all done.

I am not completely happy, 

I'm not sad and I'm not nervous.

I'm just floating freely.

 Getting worried about

the results is not something that I would like to entertain for

the coming weeks.

I'm worried, yes, but I decided not to.

All has been done

and all that we have to do is wait

and hope for the best.

Hoping for another 100% Batch 2012.