Why would you let me stay here?

If you were my follower in twitter for the last year, you probably noticed that I tweeted about some fool being oh-so-conceited, that in argument, that person does not even consider my own opinions for that matter. I must probably be the kindest person to hear all that persons blabbers about such issue. Even if I confronted that person with things that are actually happening related to the persons self, the person ignores it just because... But to clarify, that person's already forgiven. lol (NO ASSUMING THAT HAPPENED HERE) Then the past months (I don't know which is which), I read from some source I forgot about his/her opinion on blogging. And in relation to my previous paragraph, talked about how conceited personal bloggers are, because honestly, bloggers build a page for themselves, for others to read and see. As a blogger myself, I do admit that I share a lot of my blabbers and daily ramblings in this little page I have. What do you expect me to do? This is my page, a...

I remember a friend asking me,  "Tin. Bakit ang lalim mo?"  I, in my natural defense would say,  "Hindi ah. Snorkeling level pa nga lang eh." And on that day, I began to wonder if this is the new me? Am I finally reaping the lessons I garnered, for me to say such deep  words (if they're really that deep)? I can't say that it really does come with age to say things that are deep (I'm not saying that I'm old LOL). I think it comes with experience. Things we experience in this world varies from person to person, and what a kid has experienced when I was their age totally differs from mine. I have my own sets of familiarities in life. Though I have a vague conclusion on why people think of me as such. I am an intense thinker, for I love thinking of everyday scenarios in life. I hate doing it, but I love doing it, at the same time. Thinking makes me feel at home and in touch of my own life, that's one of the probable reasons why I'm ...

Since I'm currently bored because the office is not supplying any thing for me to do, I decided to write a covert entry. hihi Well, most of us may have already heard about the death of our dear technology-hero (not unless you are from the mountains or some place where technology is non-existent, but then again why would you be reading this if technology is not available, WHY DO I SPEAK SO MUCH. lol). I formerly heard about the news in Twitter and come after, read it in Yahoo and Facebook. I was not, at any rate, disheartened about the death, but when some days flew by, I felt it sink in me. My favorite picture of Steve Jobs having tea during his early days. Can I say hot? I am no different from everyone; I also own one apple product and using my gadget makes me weak. My ever trustful iPod has been with me for almost four years and it passed by a lot of happy, sad, heart-breaking, snatcher-feeling, wake-me-up moments already. All I could say is that, it never lead me to a p...

It's not normal for me to forget easily the things for school or daily happenings in life, but I have noticed that I have been lately been forgetful about almost everything. Even the things I lately thought of; just when I was about to say it... *poof* ... it's lost in my mind. I get nervous of the idea that I may even soon forget my name, but hopefully not. *knocks on wood* But apparently, above all those forgetful insights, there is this one thing still stuck in my mind. I cannot imagine why above all those things I forget, this part of the memory is still in existence. I mean, I know I should be happy that I could still remember these things, but this memory makes my mind in total blank every time I am reminded with this thought. I just wish this is the part of the memory I could forget easily.

These days are the most wonderful days of my life. Well, as I have noticed a lot of people are making me happy. I guess I had this conclusion in mind because I know that I have been happy without them, as well. It feels so good to wake up in the morning with no burden in my chest. Like everything could be handled with just a smile in my face. I know I still have a bit of a grudge towards some people, but eventually, when  my mind passed on with that thinking, it ends up not thinking of it at all-- resulting to happiness. I believe in the saying, "Once you give love, you'll get love.", because I've been feeling quite loved because I exert an effort to show love and care with other people. It's such a wonderful feeling, and I have been wondering, why the hell did I show this now? I should have been more loving and caring before, but I guess time and experience of life, put me, just now, for a reason. I'm constantly ranting about whatever it is in my mind r...

I have been a loyal reader of a site named positivelypresent because this site helps me a lot to be positive. There was this recent article they posted and it striked the peak of my interest,  muchness . Read it for more details. This was a line from Alice in Wonderland.  The Mad Hatter: You're not the same as you were before. You were much more... "muchier." You've lost your "muchness." Alice: My "muchness?" The Mad Hatter: [Points to Alice's heart] In there. According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary,  muchness  means "the quality or state of being in great quantity, extent, or degree." What the Mad Hatter was talking about, in his odd and slightly hysterical way, was that Alice had lost some of who she used to be. He was inferring that she had lost some of the true essence of herself as she'd grown older. In relation to this article, I believe that we all lose that certain touch of ourselves as we grow older. As we grow...