Dahil Hindi Lahat ngTama ay Mabuti!

Minsan sa buhay ipinaglalaban kung anong tama kesa mabuti para sa kapakanan ng iba. Minsan naman, inuuna ang mabuti kesa sa tama para sa pansariling kaligayahan. Alin man sa dalawa ang unahin may tama at mali pa rin, may mabuti at hindi. At sa bawat desisyon na tahakin---iisa lang ang pwedeng maging sagot.

In my 18 years of existence, i have realized and learned a lot of things in the battle of life. I learn to hate people by mistakes, and even learn to condemned and cursed them. Which I believe I'm doing the right thing.  At ang pinakatumatak sa akin--- mas mabuti pang tumulong sa hindi mo ka ano-ano kesa gumawa ng tama pra sa kamag-anak mo. I said those things not just because of some sort of quotation infringement but because I actually encountered it.

Have you ever felt being like an exile in your own private solitary world?  Being judged by people you don't even know and even them to you. Sometimes it felt awkward and weird to be living in this world knowing you don't have anyone to turn to except your loved ones and God. I don't complain anyway. I am just so damn confused why it felt really hard to be dealing with people by using the person deep within you. Much harder if  those people are too closed minded that they don't even bother to just think and analyze things well.
 It hurts knowing that the people you thought are trustworthy and true to are the very people who will laugh at you to see you down and watch you fell on the ground. Because they loved to see you suffer because of an illness that is incurable--- ENVIOUSNESS. Maybe this is really one of the saddest truths of life. And hell yeah, reality bites!

I just keep in mind that i should make a difference. And as long as there are people that would hate me for being the real me--- I make a difference!  Making a difference would be the best way to screw the off! :) And I won;t give up! Instead I would make this as a challenge for the real bloody battle of life!

Second Thoughts! O.o

 I've been studying my course right now for almost two years, and yet, I am still not sure of it! I always feel out of placed standing in front of my classmates telling why the hell I'm in the course! Bachelor Of Science in Development Communication. Why am I there anyway? I'm not a creative dude trying to fix pictures or even trying to be a photographer at all.

 All I really wanted was to be a criminologist. A police. Or even a soldier. But my parents would not allow me. But they knew that to handle a gun is my passion. They knew i damn loved adventures. They even knew that justice is supposed to be my armor. But still, they didn't allow me because of some reasons. I envy those people at my age who are Criminology students, because I know no matter how complicated and difficult there tasks were, they'd still be able to enjoy their choice of course.

 Development Communication. There's one thing that i like about the course, and it is not merely about all those glamorous stuffs, but it's all about DEVELOPMENT itself. I wanna be an agent of change. And maybe, just maybe... that's the reason why i was in Devcom. Even though i just can't really understand the nature of the course no matter how i try... but still, i try and try and try! Maybe all i need is just a little love for the course,a and a little bit of determination. And for those people who cannot appreciate my worth being a Devcom student, maybe they just have to watch and learn how i play the game! I'll prove to them something that would make them believe that I can do better what they can.

** AGENT OF CHANGE.

Half Way...

 

     I'm always in the middle of thoughts where I'm standing still and weighing things right... It isn't easy where somehow in your journey you meet people in your past that reminds you of happy memories, and yet, you'll realize by the moment you look at that person straight from the heart that everything now was acting differently. Everything has already changed as time goes by. Everything was covered by a thick shadow of the past where all you can do is just to look back because all the happy memories has already ended. All my life, I wished for happiness. And yes, I'm happy. GOD didn't fail to grant that simple wish of mine. But somehow, i know... i surely know that there is something that's lacking within the richness of my happiness. And it is... being remembered by the people of my past which somehow became a part of my existence. Six days to go before my 18th birthday fall. I was thinking who to invite since I don't have 'close' friends in the university. I was thinking of my old friends way back in high school. I was thinking, 'what if..' I'll invite all of them. 'What if..' my 18th birthday would be so memorable because my friends made it so special. I missed my friends so much! I missed being with them... building goals and dreams together... sharing happy thoughts together... Now that I'm the middle of changed of mind, i realized how important friends are... I realized how they contributed much in my investments in life. They're like intestines in my stomach, without them, I ached a lot! (** friends, i missed you! )