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Coffee is life. I need coffee to perk myself up at this very moment. ;)
Coffee is life. :)
(Source: randomgibberishy, via sulkyissues)
I’ve been there, done that..
Love, Carmina :D
Like a butterfly, unfold your wings and fly!
The picture above is of my best friend’s. Her name is Joanne Vitri B. Zamora. I first met her during our enhancement class way back the summer of 2006. But we were still not friends by that time. She still happened to be a stranger for me at that very moment and at the very least, a classmate of mine in our enhancement class. That is, if I am not mistaken. She’s tall, good-looking, and smart. Smart, that’s for sure.
We both took up the entrance exam for the DOST-ESEP Curriculum of our school, ZNNHS – Zamboanga del Norte National High School. A chosen few qualified for the said curriculum, a hundred to be exact. There were hundreds of us who took the examination and both of us were very lucky to have qualified on the same curriculum. We were classmates by then, the same room and section – I-Aquarius. By fate, we happened to be seat mates in almost all of our first year high school days. Why? I think that was due to some seating arrangements that our Earth Science professor insisted because of grade criterion. Obviously, both of our grades don’t differ much. That’s for sure. As they say, birds of the same feather flock together.
Little by little, I started to know more about her, and vice versa. We became so close to each other in just a short period of time. I guess that is because of our common interests and attitude and many more factors that are directly interrelated between the two of us. We hang out together and put some jokes on each other. Everything seems to have been fine when I was with her. Whenever there were camps, e.g. Mathematics Camp, Science Camp, etc, we were the best buddies then. And that continued until we graduated high school. Even today, though she’s studying in UP-Visayas, and I’m in MSU-IIT, the distance is not a hindrance to our being best friends. The communication is still there. May it be through cell phones or computers? The virtual arena kept the spark of our friendship alive and I’m very thankful for that. Even if she’s not the perfect best friend I could ever have still, I consider her to be the most valuable person there is after my family. Even if I have many friends to share smiles, laughs and sorrows with still, the feeling is more mutual whenever I am with her. The emotions we have invested towards each other are simply the best of all. Nothing compares to the friendship we have. And oh, I almost forgot saying about the vices we have. Of course, for every relationship, there could be some sort of vices happening inside jobs. And ours is very many to mention. But for details sake, let me tell you at least few of our vices.
I and my best friend are constant hard drinkers. Would you believe that? If you won’t, then it’s your loss. Anyway, every time we hang out, drinking alcoholic beverages would never be out of topic. It’s like a trending topic on twitter that we cannot miss to discuss. One proof to our being a hard drinker is our tummy. You know beer belly, right? Yeah, you’re right with what you are thinking. So keep it on yourself though. And aside from being constant hard drinkers, we also smoke. We know for a fact that smoking is much more dangerous than alcoholic beverages. We know the side effects we can get if we smoke hard. But, despite being knowledgeable about these things, we still continue to smoke. Take note, we smoke. But that is not regularly. We started to smoke together when we were still in high school. I was the one who taught her how to smoke but in the status quo; she’s much more efficient in smoking more than I. She knows a lot of tricks in smoking. And I on the other hand, know less about this thing. I admit I smoke but that is not very often. I just smoke to drive away my stress or whatsoever. But to her level? I don’t know what reasons she has that she smoke very much more than a tambay from the streets. So I guess that would be enough for our vices. Two is better than one. HAHAHAHA J Anyway, it would be too long to give more details about my best friend at this time, it’s nearing 2am and I’m kind of off myself at the very least. So I think I will continue discussing more about us soon. I won’t give definite time but for sure, that would be soon. For now, good night and keep you posted. ;)))))
What is it to be alone in a crowd of many? What is it to be on your own in a world of constant change? What is it to have an enslaving feeling of rejection? What is it with the mortal world that nothing is perfect?
In this temporal world of mortals, nothing is seriously impeccable. Everything that exists has to possess this so-called imperfection. But what is it to be abruptly rejected than to be imperfect? The feeling of imperfection is not as heavy as being rebuffed. Why? Simply because it has already been accepted in the human minds that nothing is really perfect and that everyone has to be imperfect to be able to compete in this struggling arena of transitory existence. That it is essential to possess this innate quality of being unsatisfactory to be able to stand at least an imperceptible chance of survival. To sustain worldly living for at least a minimal number of years to enjoy and at the same time suffer. And when people already transmitted the idea of unwinding this innate quality into their minds, then that would be the time that the arena of temporary extant will commence to open.
By the time people start dealing this unique way of survival, people will also start to see the beauty there is in life and at the same duration, the erratic way of life sneaking up on us. It’s so sad to know that behind all sacrifices that we always offer in order to achieve betterment, there is always an equal negative effect to that. You know what I mean? For every action, there is always an equal and opposite reaction. Indeed, it is inevitable that people are not impervious to the eccentric things that are happening in the status quo. It’s sad to know the actuality but the best we can do is to accept its sad reality. Much more, it is already part of living to be accompanied with skeptical situations and events.
Now I ask, have you been able to feel no dilemma in your existence? If you say yes, then you’re not living. It seems that you cannot accept the on goings in the status quo. The thing is it’s with acceptance that one can live a life less serious. That one can bear a breath with no skepticism. That one will be able to achieve the zenith of true success. That one can truly appreciate the beauty of getting a life. That one can actually feel lucky to be able to live life in a dramatic way. That one can paint his own story. But if you say no, then you’re existing in a manner that other people can say that the feeling is mutual among all mankind. Hence, pain is inevitable at all cause. And in my own story, pain is felt more when inarguably, I am abruptly rejected.
As much as I wanted to feel no despair, the more that I find myself clinging on the edge of hopelessness. Way back, when I was still a young kid I always believe that at the end of the day, no matter how heavy the situation is, there is always a hope of resolving a problem. That belief of mine stood over years in time until I turn seventeen. It’s like the belief that I once held firm is slowly turning into dust. It’s not that I held it loose intentionally but it’s just that constant change made it possible. I may detest this state but it’s already happening. And at the moment, I am still fighting over it. If you want to know why I’m holding it loose? Then hear my story.
Rejection. It’s a word I could never explain before. It’s like this certain word is very foreign to me that even an idea of it is very distant to me. Every time I’m asked to define this cliché word, all I do is wave my head from left to right. Through time, I was very puzzled by the true definition of this word until time permitted that finally, I am able to meet Mr. Rejection. The moment I was able to understand better about Mr. Rejection I was really left morale with no objective reason. I kind of felt mixed emotions that time. I had Mr. Pain, Mr. Hatred and Mr. Doubt all inside of me at the very moment. The best I can do is to contain what I’m feeling at that instant. I tried to resist these moronic emotions but I failed. They took over me and they made way to the other side of me. It’s as if I was an angel dragged into hell with my flesh left sapped open. And that would be too gross to note with. And so I was really able to learn better about the term rejection.
If you were in my shoes, how would you feel being abruptly rejected? Would you feel the same way as I did? Or would you be the complete irony of the being idiotic me? I hope you would respond yes to the latter question. Yet anyway, up until now, I still feel like being rejected in the crowd of many people. I’m having a hard time determining who my real friends are. I know my real friends would really care hearing my story seriously but those that are not genuinely patented to me, they would just hear my story for the sake of being curious about me. All I know is despite I being evil, I still have my friends to share some smiles with. At the end of the day, even if I’m holding loose this once held firm belief of mine, I know someday I will be able to answer clearly the constant change there is in life, and in my case, the devotion to my beliefs. Seriously, I still have many more years to seek for better understandings and eventually answer to my questions, doubts, and skepticisms. I’m still seventeen and life is still better out to be cherished. There’s no coming back with the past so I need to move on. The memories I’ve had despite the minimal time will remain at its zenith form in me and it would be very more than enough compared to the thousand years of living with no enough reason to stay breathing. At the end of the day, once again, it’s good to live life trying to dedicate it to something worth it. Isn’t it?
For Chrissake, this one triggered my laughing skills. It’s already past 1:30am and I’m still wasting energy. I’m supposed to get a life now but this one just makes me laugh hard. C’mon, good night to you people.
It’s nearing 3am and I still have the energy to find the cat. Oh yeah, I saw it in 15 seconds, I guess. So now, repost this if you can find the cat. <3
P.S. Do not share the answer. ;)))