Friday, November 28, 2008

The Solitary Piece of Coal


November 28th, 2008 by gangwarily

Juan always used to attend the Sunday service at his church, but he began to feel that the priest was always saying the same thing, and so stopped going.

Two months later, one cold winter night, the priest came to visit him.

‘He’s probably come to try and persuade me to go back,’

Juan thought to himself. He felt that he couldn’t give the real reason for his absence – the priest’s repetitive sermons. He needed to find an excuse and, while he was thinking, he placed two chairs beside the fire and started talking about the weather.

The priest said nothing. After trying in vain for some time to start a conversation, Juan gave up. The two men sat on in silence for nearly half an hour, staring into the fire.

At that point, the priest got up and, with one of the logs that had not yet burned; he pushed one piece of coal away from the flames.

Since there was not enough heat for the coal to continue burning, it began to cool. Juan quickly drew it back into the centre of the fire.

‘Good night,’ said the priest, getting up to leave.

‘Goodnight, and thank you very much,’ replied Juan.

‘However brightly a piece of coal may be burning, it will soon burn out if you remove it from the flames. However intelligent a man may be, he will soon lose his warmth and his flame if he distances himself from his fellow man. I’ll see you at church next Sunday.’

-Derived from the book of Paulo Coelho, Like the Flowing River-

Thursday, November 27, 2008

A Story of a Pencil


November 27th, 2008 by gangwarily

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked:

‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:

‘I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.

‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’

‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.

‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.

‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.

‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.

‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.

‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.’

-From: Paulo Coelho’s Like the Flowing River-

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Kawaii is Cute and Kerei is pretty.

November 26 ‘08

And with that my “annual small-fight” with my brother started, the above title is my brother’s argument while mine is: Kawaii is pretty and Kerei is beautiful, not until our cousin who is fond of both Japanese and Korean languages broke the week lasting argument to side with my bro (so, he is the source of his information) though we are temporarily on cease fire, I’m still not giving up, I might agree with kawaii being cute but for me it is also pretty because kerei can only mean beautiful, but really what do I know?.

I always think Sasaki Nozomi as Kawaii pretty and not Kawaii cute because that is obviously an understatement. So either kawaii changes it’s meaning depending on its hiragana, katakana and kanji spelling, I have to be sure.

So maybe this entry doesn’t make sense but with my life lately what does? The only thing I’m sure of right now is not giving up, I know I’m committing the worst taboo of all, taking things ‘my life’ for granted but enduring each day is the only thing I can ask myself for now and I hope that would be enough until the day comes for me to love my life again.

Nozomi Sasaki

Moving on…moving on…

Naalala ko lang, may nagtanong saken dati bakit daw Mac ang nickname ni Martina e hinde naman siya mactina…ugh…choosy much?!

So dahil diyan kukunin ko narin ang chance na to to say:

Martina, thanks for always correcting my grammatical error in front of you, and for still doing so. There are times that I get offended, but I won’t ever tell you to stop either because it’s actually the right thing to do (let’s compromise though…like correct me afterwards when no one’s looking, napapahiya ako e…) but…please don’t say sorry after you just correct my English because hell it’s even more embarrassing.

There are times when you tested my patience because of your mood swings that I’m most likely the person you would snap at (am I wrong on that assumption?) just try to not be as comfortable to others, you know they react even worse on those rare occasion, and of course you had been open enough to tell and show me that you have Zero tolerance for my naïveté but I’m trying my best to learn as fast as I can okay?! So just bear with me a little longer and you might see that I’ve changed. I am missing you now!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

^_^

November 25 ‘08

Happy Birthday to Artistic Worshiper!

I finally finished reading the Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer, I really like the first book, I don’t care what everybody says (na para syang ‘teleserye!’), though I find the second book very predictable, while the third one is not that good either (for me atleast) but I come to like the fourth book, Breaking Dawn, yiii…and just like everyone else I loved Edward Cullen too but its as good as the first book after that I’m all for Jacob Black…I think because Edward is simply too perfect…while Jacob is healthy to be with and comfortable. Whatever, anyway I know people consider twilight as their bible or a prayer book even (^_^). In my case, it has been my escape, a temporary change of reality (too much?! not really…) I never thought that my first two weeks back to school would alienate me, -“after the heartwarming welcome and greetings”- it’s back to facing my classes which most of the time I don’t know anyone, I thought when I go back to school I would just pick up where I left of, I guess it’s more complicated than that now. I’m still taking my time to get use to it all. I’m even playing with the idea of using it to my advantage and so I won’t have to answer the most uncomfortable existential question of my life “Tep labas tayo! Sama ka?!” or whatever combination of that, Syempre nakakahiya rin naman na paulit ulit na tumatangi. At first I always use the truth as an excuse but I can no longer accept people’s response to that, that I simply avoid confrontation of this sort.

If TVXQ helped me get away from my year long vacation with my sanity still intact, this past two weeks I owe a huge deal of gratitude to the twilight saga and of course to Ms. Stephenie Meyer for writing the book, and with it I had my escape from my temporary crazy reality. Having said that, the pain that -the now taking reality in my life- is more than the pain cause by my sudden estrangement at school it won’t even reach ¼ of it, it’s also no comparison to a heartbreak caused by a lover nor of a friend’s betrayal but of something I will never discuss.

2ndI still have no idea how to finish everything about my Radio production, my topic is business economy…ahhh… (bakit di nalang naging showbiz, music or even foreign, fine, I’ll accept even politics and educational…but business and economy?! Damn…)

Nabasa ko nadin yung blog ni Bella about me, WOW! Papaiyakin mo nanaman ako, hmmm…we need to talk about a lot of things ahahah…of course with all the negative things you stated in your blog, most of them piqued my soft side and I’m getting all defensive here, though I won’t refute them, because it’s probably right as you see it, but I really feel like defending myself here:

I know I’m boring, and I enjoy me being boring, I never got comfortable being the joker. And being the center of attention freaks me, but hearing it, reading it rather, still didn’t prepared me from getting offended. Haha! Okay, maybe it’s also due to my fair share of delusions, just because people put up with me, but why didn’t I see that coming? I always know that people would stop laughing when I said something, or because I articulated things wrongly people would give me the *blink*blink* expressions.

Oh well, its David’s job to be the humorous guy anyway, I was never trained for that! I can’t understand myself why am I getting all worked up here?!

To anyone who knows me, I would advice you to please do not expect me to fill any silence, especially when you are in a “happy and good mood” I guarantee you a complete destruction of that mood. That’s an advance warning! And to those people who laugh at me instead of with me…I don’t know what to tell you guys…

ME without common sense…ouch! Thanks Bell! Well I don’t know, I always think it defends to who I’m with.

With Bell, Mac and Sarah, because I’m usually happy with them and really doing my best to apply the words “Loosen up” I most definitely often forgot my common sense somewhere else, and since with intelligent people like them, I embraced the role of being the spoiled one, the outcast and the no common sense and usually, they talk about a different world where I know none of…haha…but I’m learning…gaaaah…

Aggressive, that’s one funny way to describe me bells, I guess most of my principles backfired fighting for that one huh?! Gaaaaah, it’s the first and hopefully the last time I would humiliate myself. Did I regret that?! I’m not realizing it yet. And at the time and I think even now, I’m still incline to believe that its worth it.

To her other disclaimers I accept them all, yes I am often grammatically wrong, and I have no excuse for that, but plain stupidity. And other attitude that I forgot to mention all of them are true, though I wouldn’t have wanted it to be publicized because I always like people not having an inkling of who I am, especially of my weaknesses, I already am insecure enough without everyone knowing about them, now it would be even harder to put on a mask of bravery.

I know you have the best of intentions when you post your entry for me, and WOW, it’s a whole post dedicated only for me, so thanks and I know you always say that your glad I’m putting up with all your crap but hey it’s a two way thing right?! You’re doing the same thing to the boring ol’ me. Now I get to see the hidden side of my Johari Window.

And thanks for declaring to the World Wide Web your love for me despite my imperfections. That’s really sweet!

Edward Cullen is all yours Bella!

A beautiful mess…


November 25th, 2008 by gangwarily

A Beautiful Mess

by Jason Mraz

You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
And based on your body language,
And shouted cursive I’ve been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don’t mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I’m paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, Here we are
Here we are [x7]
We’re still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

Through timeless words, and priceless pictures
We’ll fly like birds, out of this earth
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure
But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts
But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

3rd day at school!


November 12th, 2008 by gangwarily

‘Belated Happy Birthday Kapatid! (Sarah)’

It’s the 3rd day of school…I’m really happy! After my long (beri beri long bakasyon…) I’m back. I’m so happy to see my old friends and seeing everyone’s welcoming me well…I miss you guys! *really touched*

I wanted to say a lot of things, but I am quite busy (Dvd from Nini and Saebi gave me loads of new cd’s to watch and read…Thanks!) and as usual I’m back with my old sickness I can’t seem to articulate my thoughts…gaaah it’s such a bummer…but now I hope I can stop being a slacker…I need to put my brain to work and I wish it didn’t became as rusty as I am scared of facing…output of my insane world…and I gotta stop, really I do need to stop saving those pictures,(I’m becoming quite a stalker…IZ, this is becoming an addiction, how did you quit?!) so now I’m back to school, back to being busy and I finally have the reason to stop…

Martina, love the new ‘do!, ahahahaha…Andrei sayo din! Cool hair! Di naman BLONDE e. Si Sam pumayat, vegetarian na daw siya and he’s proud, good for you dodong! Kat thank you sa SUPER hug! (my cape and all pa yun!)

So I can only see my batch in one subject, I’m deeply disappointed, I so not belong where I am, or at least that’s how I feel now, I hope the lower batch are not as scary as it seem, I feel old…haha…yung mga freshies ina-Ate ako, waaaah I know now how other upperclassmates felt when they were in my position.

I wanted to take pictures but I always forgot when I’m at school because I’m excited and happy to just chat away the in-between free time.

I need to go I hope my entry made sense.