Monday, December 28, 2009

My New Year's Resolutions

Defined as "the process of solving a problem," resolution cannot be done if we do not determine what the problem is first.

Here are some of the problems that I want to resolve:

1. The Fourth Commandment.
I admit, I am not the most respectful guy to my parents. My mom's probably right when she says that I'm even kinder and more respectful to others' parents. I don't know why though. Maybe because I've been living with my parents for so long now that any little fault or shortcoming they have irks me and I instantly snap at them or in my own style, be super sarcastic. I feel guilty after shutting them down though. My dad's hearing is not at its best (well, he's 66 now) and my mom just seems to get more irritating by the minute with her "I can't do anything for myself and I just want to order people around" attitude.

I promise I'll be more patient and more accommodating to them come 2010. I'll try not to get angry at them at the most insane and babaw reasons. If my dad asks me something three times, I'll answer him three times and even four times with a smile. When my mom asks me to help her with the computer, I will be the most obedient son there is and guide her step by step until she gets it. Damn, I even sound sarcastic while writing this down. Well, hopefully, I'm sincere. Hehe.

2. Be more productive.
No more slacking off. 2009 was a year of changes for me. Now I'm back and comfortable in the saddle. Sometimes I think that I have too much on my plate but that's how it's supposed to be when you're starting a business. Birth pains will be there for a long time but with constant research and help from my partners, I know we will get there. "Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans," as John Lennon said. And it really is better to burn out than to fade away. Let's all be more pro-active so that we won't regret anything in life.

3. Time Management.
I promise to give time to everything and everyone in my life. I'll say yes when my sister asks me to have a drink with her. I don't want to be responsible for a suicide, you know. Haha. I'll make myself more available to my girlfriend. I'll drive my mom to the grocery if she asks me to. I'll try to insert a couple of hours of exercise a week (good luck!). 

4. Be more creative.
Think of more out-of-the-box ideas. Write more intersting stuff in my blog. Study.

5. Exercise.
Yes, I feel my age already. And I'm not supposed to. I'm used to being active. I miss playing basketball and my bike is just gathering dust somewhere. I bought running shoes but I haven't used it already and it's a month old now. I need to be fit so I can live and write about Pinoy Midlife Crisis. Hehe. I need to move!

6. Act for the Future.
I need to invest in my future now. A house, a car, a family. It's about time.

7. Zero debt.
No more credit cards. Well, except for Paypal transactions for my earnings. Haha.

I cannot achieve all these in a week or in a month so I am giving myself three months for me to achieve all these. I quit smoking this year so that's out of the list. I need to be more dedicated to life. We all need to be more dedicated to life so we can change. 

Tara, let's all lose weight trying! Hopefully.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Fix You by Coldplay

Just a song about dealing with life. One of my favorites.

Fix You
by Coldplay

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above earth or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream, down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face and I...

Tears stream, down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas to all of us who are still confused and who are still at a loss at what to do in life?:)

Good luck to us!

Let us all be productive!

Monday, December 21, 2009

Wer Na U?

Hehehe, here's a link to a video me and my main man Jobit did for my Kuya Mikey's birthday recently. It's a play on the text lingo that is now (in)famous and also on the constant longing that my brother has for a partner.

It's amateurish we know, but it was fun;p

Here na u...

Wer Na U

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Christmas and Quarterlife Crisis

They said Jesus died when he was 31 years old. I'm 31 years old now. I don't want to die yet and I don't think I've done the things Jesus had done. Actually, I haven't even achieved half of what He did. And I don't think I would be able to even if I get to live to 2,000 years old. Hey, I'm no Jesus Christ.

And so are you? So is everyone else. So let's not be too pressured if we're not like Jesus. I don't think we can ever be. Although, the church teaches us to try. And, boy, am I failing miserably. But that's what is so nice about being God's child--he does not pressure us but he quietly encourages us. Through the things and the people around us, God is slowly but surely guiding us to be like Christ.

We can be confused, unhappy and lost but let us all remember that God (and the Christ within us) is always by our side. Christmas is a time for giving (we cannot give if we're not generous to ourselves). A time for forgiveness (forgive yourself for any shortcoming and you will have a lighter heart). A time for Christ.

This holiday season, let us not be confused. Let us not be lost and let us not be unhappy. For a few days in our lives, let us be happy with all the choices we have made in our lives and let us all be contented with what God has given us.

Merry Christmas to all of us:)

Sunday, December 13, 2009

What do Manny Pacquiao and Tiger Woods have in common with us?

They are two of the greatest athletes of our time. They are probably the most talented players from their respective sports. One is good-looking. The other is not. Haha, kidding. Well, who cares about their looks, right?! Woods can probably pay off our country’s debt. Pacquiao, on the otherhand, can afford to run and lose in as many elections as he can. That maybe one thing they have in common. With their money, they can do whatever they want to. With or without regard for the people who will get affected by their actions. That’s what money can give you. And talent. And it sucks for them that living in the spotlight magnifies whatever they decide to do. Be it wrong or right. They probably don’t care. They can always pay off whoever accuses them of something (Remember the child Pacquiao fathered? Whatever happened to that? Oh, he paid the mother? Okay.) or just win the next fight or tournament to get on the good side of the public once again. Easy pickings.

You see, both are about the same age as me. Although I envy the money and the fame (not so much but the money, yeah!) that the two have, I do not envy the responsibility that comes with their status or the attention that all their actions are given. I’d rather be poor than have my extra-marital affairs in headlines. Hell, I’d be pissed if the neighborhood chismosa spreads the news around the community! And I still want to pee anywhere I want to without it being documented, you know?

Can it be said that the two are also undergoing quarterlife crisis? Are they confused on what (who?) they really want in life? With all the money available to them, are they overwhelmed and are at a loss on what to do with all those cash? Ahem, ahem. Feel free to dump some on my bank account. Is it possible that the two most famous athletes in the world are confused and lost just like us? You tell me.

If not, then what? Are they just being men? They’re just doing what moneyed people are doing? What then? Are these excuses?

Aren’t they contented with all the houses, the nice cars, the whole lot? If we’re not content with our lives and we don’t have their money, what will make us happy and content then? Perhaps not money.

Well, for others, money is the end-all and be-all of everything. I’d like to think that I’m not one of them. For me, they’re the relationships that I have. With my parents, my siblings, my partner, my friends and all my other loved ones. Easy to say, I guess, because I don’t have their money, hehe. But I believe that holding my girlfriend’s hand definitely beats encashing a P1,000,000 check. The feeling when my mom bringing me medicine when I’m sick in bed surely will not be encompassed by a Ferrari (Seriously. Imagine a Ferrari entering your room and bringing you soup). My dad’s advices about life cannot be replaced even if top media personalities praise me on air or tell me what to do. All are priceless. They cannot be replaced by money, fame and fake friends.

I’d rather be handsome and poor than rich and ugly, my dad always joked. That may probably be true. Although I wish I WAS handsome. Haha.

Like Manny and Tiger, we all want happiness. But I think that as long as we are here on Earth, there will only be temporary happiness. There will always be someone better or richer than us. And we will always be jealous. That’s human nature and there’s nothing wrong with that. Let’s just work to achieve what the others have achieved without stepping on others. You’re lucky if you’re really happy. I envy YOU!

Although we don’t have their money, let us all at least keep our moralities intact. And hopefully, that will never be bought.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Kwentong Barbero

Classic. Barber shop. Remember the old red, blue and white thingy spinning around? I think that's the universal sign that the establishment is a barber shop. I never got that. I should research on that after this. Anyway, wow, the barber shop. A lot of memories quickly surround me. And I mean a lot.

My first taste of my hair being cut was from my dad. Yeah, not so good memories but truly very memorable. My dad was the first one who cut my hair. My mom and him fought afterward. Yeah, he caught me right smack at the edge of my left ear. It bled. My mom was furious. Me? I cried a few minutes but was all right after my mom nabbed me from my dad and gave me a lollipop. Up to now, they still talk about this and laugh at me. As if I was the one who committed that boo boo.

After that incident, I remember being at the garage or kitchen of our neighbor's lolo and being subjected to his ramblings about the war and about many things which now I don't remember. Yeah, my brother and I were subjected to a barber's long stories at a very young age. Hey, anything for a free haircut for my kids, my dad probably thought. Hooray for us.

Come to think of it (hehe, I have jokes here), I've only been to a barber shop. I've never been to a salon or parlor (apparently, the two are different). No, I'm not homophobic or something like that but there's just a sense of comfort when I'm inside a barber shop. The smell and sight of hair on the floor (not the smell of hair coloring or that foul, medicine-like smell). The stories you hear from the barbers themselves. I also don't know how the "kwentong barbero" term was coined. It now has a negative meaning. "Hoo, kwentong barbero ka naman, pare e!" In my village, it has even been shortened to "KB." Haha.

They just have views about everything. From how the president is running the country to why this congressman is now dating this particular starlet. Sometimes their arguments get too heated, you'll be afraid if they would stab each other with their scissors! Hopefully, this hasn't happened yet. Or has it? Haha.

I also have this weird thinking when I'm having my haircut. Back when I was in college, I remember praying for a nice haircut while I was seated and being pruned by the barber. Guess what? The haircut made me look like I was a tomboy. Seriously. Again, nothing against people from the fourth sex, okay? But I'm a guy! I should have a guy's haircut! So in my next haircuts after this episode, I don't know why, but I always noticed that barbers produced a bad haircut every time I prayed! So as much as I want  to thank God for giving me the money to still afford to have a haircut (and also for the barber not to cut my ear off), I wait until the haircut is done. Amen.

I don't know why I suddenly decided to write about barber shops. Maybe it's because it's part of my growing up. Until now, I still go to the local barber shops in our area. Nothing beats the facial with alcohol and the masaheng pilit after the haircut. Nothing beats the question, "Pagupit ka, pogi?" Yeah, being called pogi is nice too. Haha.It just brings you back to when you were young. Seeing barbers who were there since you were seven years old is somewhat comforting. Even though I really don't talk to them and just give them nods as answers, they're still kinda like uncles to me. Weird.

I still believe that many barberos can run a city or even a country better than some hooligans that we have in government now. They're sincere and they make you look good instead of them wanting themselves to look good. Although they may look sloppy on the outside, barbers just want you to look good for your girlfriends, wives and even your mistresses. Hehe.

Barbers for President! Oh, wait, he passed away na pala.