Fairy Tale Come True

I've stopped watching cartoons when I was 12 years old. It was just a thing, I guess, to symbolize the end of my childhood and the start of becoming a lady. But the one thing I'll never get tired of watching is Cinderella -- or any fairy tale for that matter.


Well, maybe that's what makes me so fascinated with Prince William and then Kate Middleton.Well, although they both look adorable, I think what interests me most about them is their being down-to-earth. They seem like such good people who don't let the fame and prestige get over their heads.


They also kinda make you think that true love still exists -- the kind that transcends personal and societal differences - that at the end of the day, it's how you regard each other that counts.


Although a lot of people mock the fuss that's going on around this royal couple, I think what they bring is some form of hope and positivity in this world that's full of anger, hatred  and broken relationships. I think that a lot of people -- including me -- find them inspiring.


Well, I wish the both luck. I believe they'll be able to make it work, so kudos! :)

Hanging Out with the Kids

I spent the Holy Week at home. My nephews from Baguio spent the most part of the week with me, and it was nice to spend some time with them, especially since I haven't seen them for months.

I was surprised at how behaved they are now from the last time I saw them. I taught them how to play Scrabble and was surprised at how fast they learned. It was just funny how the younger one acted so much like my little brother when we were still kids. Like father, like son!

They immensely enjoyed the swimming pool, which I haven't tried myself. Again, I have this thing of losing interest in something once I've achieved it. They were ALWAYS hungry haha..but they were also so sweet :) Not a day went by that I didn't get a "Thank you, Tita" (Thank you, Auntie).

We all even ended up sleeping on my bed, which was kinda crazy, but again, it was sweet of them :)

Although I didn't get to do what I planned for the Holy Week, I really had a fun time with those two cuties :)

Why?

I'm the type who's more interested in the whys and hows rather than the whats. I have a fascination for going to psychics, but I'm not as much interested in the outcome as I am in how the outcome will be reached or why things will end up a certain way.

The first time I talked to Levy, he nicely  and correctly said the following about me (verbatim):

You're focused on the living that happens in life, not the last page of the book.

People delude themselves all the time, looking for the happy ending, only to find that you have to live the book in order to find a happy last page.
 
And this is true. I have always been more interested in the journey than the destination, that's why I find myself seeking more challenges and new goals as I overcome a challenge or reach a goal. The excitement over reaching a goal soon dies out, so I need to keep finding new goals to keep the previous goal meaningful even after the euphoria I feel over it fades.
 
In everything I do and in any situation I'm caught in, I don't really need to know what's in it for me so much as why it's happening to me; and how I can make the most of it if it's a good thing, or how I can overcome it if it's a not-so-good thing.
 
I'm currently in such a place. However, in this current ordeal, I don't even have a destination so the journey is undefined. I feel stuck, with nowhere to go. As Infinite pointed out, to move forward is impossible and to move backward is undesirable. So it seems there's nowhere to go.
 
I'm currently at a standstill -- waiting, though I don't even know what I'm waiting for. For some wisdom perhaps? For a light bulb to go off in my head that would tell me how to get myself unstuck? For destiny to take its course and just take it from here?
 
Then again, I ask why? I believe that there's a reason for everything. Even the smallest thing that happens to us happens for a reason. So there must be a reason why I'm trapped in these four walls with nowhere to go.
Will I suddenly grow wings so that I could soar above these walls and get out of this trap?
 
All I have are questions for now. Sometimes it's easier not to deal with the questions when you don't have the answers. Well, if only I can tell my brain to stop thinking.

Inception

As Leonardo DiCaprio's character says in the movie, an idea is the most resilient bacteria or virus. Once implanted into one's mind, it seems to have a life of its own and can grow either in a constructive or destructive way.

I just saw this at work recently -- how an idea that's implanted into one's mind can give birth to other ideas that may not even be true. Ideas have been implanted in my mind, too, and for sure, they left me feeling disturbed for some time.

I'm just really thankful that I'm surrounded by good people who still believe in honesty and openness. And although it was kinda shocking to learn about these implanted ideas, I'm just glad that we were able to kill them before they could contaminate others.

On second thought, however, maybe the virus has already spread too much to be contained. In that case, I'll just keep myself immunized and watch while the virus does a reversal.

Puppets

Everyone loves puppets -- or I guess everyone does -- both the young and old alike. And why not? Puppets are cute, plus they do whatever you want them to do. With puppets, you become their story-teller. Yo feel somewhat godlike as you control every move that the puppet makes.

Kids are especially fond of these toys, and sometimes they never outgrow them. It even translates to real life where some people greatly favor people who willingly become their puppets. I guess people never stop to like playing -- especially playing gods. Some people just love to bask in power and the knowledge that they can make people follow their whims.

And then there are the puppets. Unlike the puppet masters, puppets feel weak and unsure of themselves. They find it safer and easier to just follow their master around -- even to the point of turning a blind eye at the wrong that they see. All for the sake of pleasing their masters...or maybe for the fear of displeasing?

I was telling a friend one time that there are three ways that come to mind by which people try to reach their goals. One is the self-assured and assertive type who know themselves, know what they've got, and use these to get to where they want to go. Then there are those who have what it takes and yet do not have enough faith and belief in themselves. They simply wait to be recognized and wait for others to push them ahead.

And then there are the puppets. Puppets may or may not have what what it takes, but in order to ensure that they get to where they want to go fast , they cling to their masters who will surely take them along for the ride. They are willing to be at their masters' beck and call to ensure that they continue to stay on their masters' good side. And why not? It's a win-win situation for both.

So sure, puppets will get to their destination more surely and maybe even more quickly than either their active or passive human counterparts. But I wonder...at the end of the day, will they have something to be proud of?

A Few Good Men

It amazes me how people go to such lengths to save themselves. What I really wanted to say was, to save their a?$!**.

I just realized recently that even people who you've thought all along were good people -- people whom you thought were incapable of doing anything bad -- would become very calculating, cunning, and manipulative just to protect themselves from things that -- most likely -- they've brought upon themselves.

This really makes me admire people who make mistakes but who are courageous and brave enough to own up to these mistakes and still have a positive outlook on things. I think that these are the truly good people -- people whose values and character do not change even in bad times. These are people who still have a clear  and strong understanding of their values even when it means that they will be humiliated, embarrassed, or accused.

It also made me realize that the spirit is too weak to stand up for what is right and that it's so much easier to go to the other side if it means redemption -- at any cost.

This really disappoints me and it shows again how naive I am. But then again, it also adds to my ever growing cynicism and distrust of the world.

I pray that I don't become one of these people who would put their personal interests above what's right and just -- no matter how successful or rich I get and no matter how bad  the situation I get caught in is.

I believe that honesty is the best policy. I believe that if you're honest in all your ways then you wouldn't have to resort to cunning and manipulative ways to preserve your dignity. I pray that I never forget this and that I don't get influenced by the growing number of people I know who get ahead in life through such ways. I pray that, although there are really only few good men left in this world, their influence would always get the better of me.

Shield

They say the opposite of love is not hate -- that it is indifference. Yes, that may be true. But maybe there's another side to it. Sometimes indifference can serve as a defense mechanism. As they say, you'll be happier if you didn't care so much about everyone's lives and everyone's worries.

It was three or so years ago when TNB told me that I think too much and that I shouldn't be worrying too much about other people's concerns or else I'd go crazy. "Let them worry about their own lives," he said.

I've been trying to do that -- and maybe I've even overdone it. I feel that if there's something I can't control then it's best to not just care about it. Pretend that it's not there.

Detachment has also been a trick I've learned. I guess this goes hand in hand with indifference. Nothing ever lasts or stays the same, so not getting too attached makes it easier to let go and move on.

I know this is such a cynical -- maybe even pessimistic -- take on things, but we do what we can to survive. Although the human spirit is strong, it can take only so many blows, so you gotta put something in place to protect it -- an outer layer that will help reduce the intensity of these blows.

With that in mind, I don't think indifference is so bad -- definitely not necessarily the opposite of love. Maybe it can even be brought on by love for one's self. Sometimes it's really the only choice you've got.

Cocoon

I can never understand why some people are so afraid of change and of coming out of their comfort zone.

I believe I'm a conformist and that I like sticking to proven ways, yet at the same time, I'm totally open to change. I believe that change brings some excitement with it -- excitement from something unknown or mysterious. Excitement over the challenges that will need to be overcome. And of course, they will be overcome -- but the excitement lies in the creativity and resourcefulness required in doing so.

Life will be so boring if we just stick to what we already know -- to what we're comfortable with. Yes, it's nice and cozy staying inside our shells -- our cocoons -- but how can we become butterflies if we refuse to come out?

I find it really frustrating when people resist change, even when the change is clearly for the better. And for what reason? For the fear of appearing ignorant? For the fear of appearing mediocre? But then, won't ignorance and mediocrity be all the more apparent if we refuse to adapt to new ways and adjust our mindsets to be open to new ideas?

Not knowing is not ignorance. Not being the best is not mediocrity.

It's being open. It's learning. It's growth.

Refusing to explore new possibilities, well...it's just stupid.

Back...I Hope!

I don't know why I lost the zest for blogging. Not that there isn't anything to say. In fact, there are lots to be said, especially with my mind that never stops thinking and musing.

Well, mostly maybe because I've been too busy and too stressed out in the past months that I've had no energy left for jotting down the thoughts that go around in circles in my mind.

I've moved to the new home, but still not feeling settled -- maybe due to the absence of a reliable Internet connection and cable TV, which are my only diversions from the everyday routine.

I guess my home's nice but it's lost its appeal on me -- or maybe my excitement over it was just put out -- because of the builder's below-par workmanship and lack of commitment. Two months after my move, they still have pending work to deliver -- and yet, they've already gotten the complete payment. Well, lesson learned. I'll never employ the services of that builder again.

That aside, the job has been more fun and challenging recently, especially with my project approaching crunch time. It's weird how I get fired up only when the work piles up.

I've also recently joined this charismatic community, and I must say I'm really having a grand time. For once, I actually look forward to attending something that's religious in nature. I guess it's what my soul has been craving for -- some much needed spiritual nourishment. I seem to have been deprived all this time and I'm just savoring every bit of divine inspiration that I can get.

I believe I'm happier now because of my new spirituality. I sorta have a different outlook on life now, and I finally found a piece of the answer I seek -- on what the purpose of my life is. I just seem so full of positive energy now.

I also quit my freelance job of almost a year for a number of reasons. I guess it just means it's time for me to move on to other things. After all, growth won't happen if we just stay in one place.

With all the changes in the past months, I'm quite surprised that Infinite remains perhaps the only constant in my life. What that means, I don't know, but it brings me  a positive vibe so I guess it's good.

I hope I can get back to blogging again. I know and feel that a lot of good things will come to me this year so it would be great to have every win, surprise, and joy digitally imprinted for all time.

Daydreaming

I was elated to learn earlier this week that my condo unit was ready for turnover. I accepted it a couple of days ago and was instantly overwhelmed by all the work that it entailed -- the renovation, furniture shopping, decorating, packing, moving, utility transfers, and the list goes on...all while I'm trying to juggle work and the semblance of a social life.

I met with the builder today and the plans for the design/layout are already in place. Now I just hope I can make it happen.

I'm just so happy to have reached another milestone in my life. Somehow I knew about all of this from since I was a kid. I knew everything would turn out alright. Now they're turning into reality one by one. As I daydreamed of this years ago, images again popped into my head as I looked out the window of my bedroom-to-be. However, this time  I have only a few more months to daydream before I finally get the real thing.

No more dealing with nasty landlords or landladies or making do with apartments and rents. Dreams do come true, and I'm proud to have made this dream come true. Not that I didn't want or need help, but I knew it would be more fulfilling in the end if I could do it all on my own -- just because I would know I gave it my all and wasn't slack about it.

As this lap of my race almost completes, it's time to think of new goals to reach, and new things to daydream about...