WHAT TURNS ME OFF---

there are a lot of things about guys my age (and even those not my age) that turns me off. As in like, totally turns me off.

First, immaturity. A lot of guys my age are just so immature "acting" like their all grown-ups and invincible. And when I say acting, I mean ACTING. Like they are trying to appear matured but only managed to look like they're children in grown up clothes.

I don't like guys who doesn't seem to know what they really want in life; no sense of direction, no sense of who or what they are. I don't like those who cannot decide for themselves and those who cannot take responsibility of their actions.

Matured people are responsible. A lot of guys my age are not. They only think of the present and never of the future; a lot of them never consider the consequences of their actions and are therefore often caught unprepared when it finally catch up with them.

Second, Smokers. One word: YUCKY. Two words: Totally Irritating. No matter how handsome or attractive the guy is, if I see him smoking he is instantly cross-off the list.

I don't see the need of even considering seeing myself with a man who seemed to be bent on damaging his lungs. If he wants to die now then what is the point getting attracted to him? Besides, second hand smoke is more dangerous right? So who wouldn't be turned off with somebody who wants to kill you with his every breath?

Third, the just-because attitude. I hate guys who would only court girls just because they find them beautiful and has the potential to be a good decoration. I hate it when their only reason for courting the girl is because she is physically attractive or just because they feel like they like to. Most of all, I hate it when you ask them "what do you like most about her?" and they would only say, "She's beautiful".

A girl should be loved not for her physical attributes alone. Love a girl as a person and not only because you think having somebody as beautiful as her is a bargain. Beauty is not everything you know.

Fourth, the every-girl-in-the-world-likes-me attitude. One of the many things that guys should learn is that, it is so rude, not to mention stupid and improper, to ask for a girl's number before asking for her name. No decent person with decent intentions would ask for somebody's number without knowing the person first. Girls, any guy who asks for your number first without bothering to ask for your name is a jerk.

Guys like these think that every girl in the world likes them and so would be dying to give their numbers to them. What a bunch of jerks!

Fifth, the I-am-sweet-to-no-one-else-but-you type. Guys who are respectful, polite, helpful (and every other positive attributes in the world) to the girl they like but not to others. They carry your things for you but would not do it for others. They would offer you a sit but not others. They're good to you but not to others.

Guys like these are worst than jerks. Trying to impress the girl they like by showing how good they are and at the same time how shallow they can be. If you really want to impress a girl, show her that you are more than just pretending to be a good boy. But you really want to keep the girl forever, better show her your true colors---it could save you the effort of pretending and assure you that the girl really likes you as you are.

...and of course there are more but I am getting tired of typing it. Why don't you share the things that turns you off in a guy (or a girl) instead?...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOBELLE!

Jobelle! Jobelita, Jobelyn, Jobs....






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happy Happy Birthday! :))




I know happy ka ngayon. Hindi ko na kailangan magwish pa ng kung anu-ano sa'yo kasi alam ko super Bless ka. :) Naks.




Anyways, Ate Jobelle.. Haha. Alam ko naasar ka kapag tinatawag kang Ate. Haha.




Well. Ayoko naman maging public ang pageemote ko for you. Haha. I better send a message to you personally. Gusto ko lang maki-epal sa Wall mo. Para "in" ang dami kasing babati sayo for sure. At ayokong wala ako sa mga list na nag-greet sayo. Bwahaha.






Happy and Blessed birthday for you!




Miss na kita sobra. Wala ako maka-chikahan e. Haha. :D




Sana magustuhan mo 'yung gift ko sayo. Sayang di ko mabibigay sa mismong birthday mo. Tsk. Well, oks lang yun. Sana magustuhan mo talaga. Made by heart yun! Haha. Alam mo naman ako. Bakasyon kaya kailangan natin magtipid. Bwahaha.


O sige, tama na ang kalokohang ito. Haha.




Hope makapag get away tayo somewhere in Manila some time.. :')






happy Birthday :))












P.S.


*Sana nga pala maging Prsident's Lister ka. Para ma-treat mo kami nila Jomar at Junjun. Bwahaha. Remember our deal? :p








happy Birthday ulit. Ang kulit e nuh? Haha.. :)




-Joyce Jetomo *Froglet*
 

DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE?

That this country is hopeless? That it has no future and all of us are doomed?




Think about Europe in the days of Hitler. Think about how those Jews were treated in those times. Think about how hopeless their situation was. Relate it today. Think of how much more we can do today. Think of how much change we can accomplish. Think of how much power we have today.



We have hope. The moment all of us believes that this country is hopeless, everything becomes impossible. Being pessimistic is not the way to change this country. There is already a dark cloud in the horizon, discouraging the people around you will not make things any better.



Change should start within us. Before we demand change from our leaders, let us learn to change ourselves first.



What makes this country hopeless is not the fact that it is plagued by leaders who doesn't know how to lead. It is not even the fact that it is weakened by corruption, crime and what-nots. What makes the Philippines hopeless is the fact that we can never bring ourselves to cooperate with each other and do more for this country. We are hopeless because we think and act like one. We are hopeless because we never learn from the past. We are hopeless because we can never be the change we want. We are hopeless because we are cowards who can only demand for change but never step forward and become an agent of change. We are hopeless because we never see the light in the dark. We are hopeless because we never believed in hope.



So yes, we are hopeless; we are doomed. We have no future. We are hopeless because we choose to be.

Throwing Stones

People love throwing stones at each other. Being judgmental as we are, we love looking at the flaws of others, highlighting them and broadcasting them to the world in bold letters. Oftentimes we forget that the very same flaws exist in us and because we are too busy minding other people's business, we already forget to look within ourselves.

"Now, standing in a pile of shards where a glass house once stood, I can't remember who threw the first stone. Maybe it was me. Maybe not. It doesn't matter. The stone-throwing got so intense that I forgot why they were being thrown to begin with. Oh, yeah. I remember. I was pointing my finger at others and accusing them of things for which I was equally, if not more, guilty. For every stone I threw, a bigger one came back at me." (from: Goals of a Recovering Idiot)

Reading those lines from a web article I've read triggered some thoughts in my mind. Those lines were honest, bare and hits the heart.

Many times I have been guilty of the same thing. Throwing stones at others who also throw stones at me. At first we hurl pebbles to each other, smirking whenever the other speaks or laughing behind each others backs. Then we found bigger stones and started throwing them at each other, not necessarily minding who gets hit and what happens after that. The only thing we want is to get even, to hurt the others more than they hurt us, to prove who hits better. And then we found boulders of great sizes and we decided to hurl them at each other too. In the end, nobody won---we all end up wounded and tired.

Instead of taking direct actions and accepting our mistakes and respecting each others individuality we opted to act like a bunch of neanderthals and started throwing darts on each other. We could have save ourselves from pain if we only realized earlier that throwing stones at each other only makes life harder.

We are all idiots. At some point in our lives, we all become idiots. I guess I have to agree with whoever the author of that essay is when he said that the "things that annoy us about others are often characteristics we possess." True isn't it? I guess I understand why.

Oftentimes, we pretend that we are perfect, that we are free from flaws and that flaws only exist in others and not in us. So when somebody comes along who possess the characteristics we try so hard to ignore in ourselves, we start hating them. Why? Because its like facing a mirror and seeing a huge ugly scar on your face. Or I guess its more like facing a magnifier which emphasizes all the flaws you are so desperate to hide.

Instead of facing the fact that those scars exist and instead of focusing on healing the scars, we often opt to blame the scars, hate it and scratch it hoping that if we do it will go away. WRONG. The scar will of course stay and instead of making it better, you only made it look worst.

Throwing stones at each will not make a problem go away. Something that we should always remember.

THE UNFAIRNESS OF IT ALL

It is an undeniable fact that the world was never meant to be fair and the world was never really fair. It is also an accepted fact that in this unfair world you have to, inevitably, deal with the injustices brought about by this unfairness; with the insecurities of the people around you and even your very own, with the shallow-mindedness of people with which this unfairness sprung and of course, the favoritism.
Favoritism, also known as partiality or prejudice, is the apparent show of affection in favor of an individual or a group more than the other. Or at least that is how I would describe it.
In reality, you can’t really do anything about it. All of us are bias about something at one point or another. All of us have favorites. And deep inside all of us, nobody really expects people to be fair.



So I guess, though I am always seething with anger for the apparent favoritism, I will not even cry “unfair” or demand fairness from anybody. I guess what I really want to do now and probably the sole purpose of this writing is that, I just want to express my outrage or at least my present feeling on this matter.



Though I wanted so much to cry out unfair in bold letters, I know that it would all be in vain. I mean, it is of course unfair, a lot of things has been unfair for so long now and for so long I had kept my silence. For sometime now I prefer to close my eyes and pretend that I am not affected by the unfairness of it all. For sometime now I chose to be silent instead of heaping a plateful of condemnation to all the injustices that has been happening around me. But at some point we have to vent out what we feel and hope to God that the people concerned has the common sense enough to realize that they have been unfair.



Why don’t I just tell them directly? You might ask. I want to do it of course and nobody will be shock if I do because anyway, people always know I am one tactless, insensitive bitch who often speak words without thinking if it would hurt others or not. Well, maybe I really am like that but I guess its better that I am, at last I don’t have to force myself to smile at people I don’t like.



But anyway, back to what I am saying.



I prefer to keep silent because, tact and sensitivity may not be my strongest suit but I still have the common sense to know what will happen if I do so.


But what I really want to say is that, if you favor somebody over the other you may at least try to be a little bit subtle about it. You don’t need to be blatant about how you feel because the people around you are not blind or made of stone not to feel the discrimination. And by the way, favoritism shows even if you don’t say it. I guess its one of the best examples of the line, “Action speaks louder than words”.

SELECTIVE AMNESIA

I am presently suffering (or chose to suffer) from Selective Amnesia. According to Wikipedia, selective amnesia, or Lacunar Amnesia, is the loss of memory about one specific event. In my case, its extensive selective amnesia.


No, I haven't been in an accident. No, I did not bump my head anywhere. No, I did not do anything to get it. Thank you very much.


I simply chose to have it.






There are somethings in my life that I'd rather forget or pretend that did not happen. There are things that I chose to pretend that I did not see or hear or even knew about. Sometimes I feign ignorance to escape. Ignorantism can also be a blessing, you know.






There are events in my life that I don't want to be reminded of. There are things that are just so painful that when I start to remember, my mind blocks out and I get disoriented. So I choose to forget instead.






But these things has the habit of popping out when you least expect it. Like a jack in a box or some idiot's idea of a joke, they spring at you when you thought you are perfectly safe and everything is perfectly fine. And when it happens, my mind goes into overdrive and shuts down.






If you had been reading my previous posts through the years you will notice the pattern. When the memory starts to sink into my consciousness, my mind wanders and it reflects in my posts. When the pain engulfs my heart the rest of my conscious ebbs away.






A simple photograph, a message, a song. Anything could trigger the memory and the pain starts. There are times when I thought I already forgot and I had already moved on. Then, something would suddenly pop-out and remind me of the very thing that I don't want to be reminded of.






Then the "emote" modes in my posts starts to appear. Then the writing goes awry. Then the posts becomes monotonous and idiotic. Then despair. Then depression. Then retreat.






Amazingly, I keep on bouncing back and becomes normal again after a short while. I go about as if nothing happened and nothing in my life has ever been disrupted. My posts would be alright again, my writing clear and everything is fine. But is it?

I guess its both a blessing and a curse that I could easily bury my deepest pains in the most secluded sanctums of my brain. I could always hide it like an old photograph tucked away in some unused boxes. They exist but you could always forget about them and move on with your life as if they don't.

So don't be surprise if you will notice inconsistencies in my blog. In fact, I am already having a hard time typing my words in this post because I am already having a hard time spelling words that are as common as the word "I".






One thing is, I want people to understand that I am in pain. It is the kind of pain that I don't want to acknowledge or speak of. It is something that I'd rather write about because it is a kind of pain that becomes more unbearable when spoken. I don't want to talk about it and I don't want to be asked about it in my face. I'd rather write than talk.






Thank you, I hope you'll understand.

BAILING OUT

Temporary Insanity.
This is what I often tell myself every time I feel this way. This is nothing but temporary insanity; a slight malfunction in my brain system.
But is it?

History is repeating itself.
Here I am once again in my "giving up" moods. I know this will pass away like what it did before but sometimes, making it real seemed a better idea than holding on.

In times like this, I just want to give up and leave this world. I've been having those sleepless nights again, contemplating on things that I should do and should have done. Weighing the pros and the cons of what I am planning to do even though I know that there is no possible pros in this. I have been tempted many times to stop everything and turn my back to everything I ever cared for and just leave.

Its selfish and pathetic.
And I hate pathetic people. Which simply proves that I hate myself.

I only have several reasons for leaving and a hundred reasons to stay but leaving seemed easier than staying. Cowardice may not be the best attitude in the world but it makes life easier [for cowards].

I wish I could just do it and stop thinking about my responsibilities, my family and everything else. I may just do it one of these days but I guess I have to finish everything before I do something dreadful so at least people won't feel that bad.

I have everything planned, or at least that is what I think. Of course, nothing in this world ever go as planned...there will always be glitches. No matter...I will think about this thoroughly, probably give myself one more week then I'm bailing out.