I had a hard time with this entry. “What is the word that I wouldn’t want to be associated with,” I asked my brain. My brain maintained its silence for a long time. Then, eureka!
I don’t want to be called FLIP. The Davao Flip.
Give credit where credit is due I always say. This is one of the driving principles in my life. I respect people and their work. Sometimes it’s little but they still contributed a part. But sometimes this trait tends to get abused by those we call “Free loaders.” Yes, free loaders irk me but yelling and cursing isn’t going to help the situation. I have adopted a “proportional credit” method to deal with them instead. More work equals more credit, no work means no credit.
What is the inevitable truth of our lives on earth? For some people, thinking about this truth haunts them, leave them sleepless at nights or even send them to tears. For some, the existence of this truth causes their joy, their virtues, and their contentment. We all know that someday everything our eyes met and will meet will decay and vanish. This is the inevitable truth. Everything and everyone just turns into trash when their time arrives. I will become trash. I accept that truth-my fate. However, as long as I have a pulse, nobody can ever associate me with trash.
Before going to the Ateneo, I studied in an exclusive school for boys. And in a world full of teenage boys, teasing and name callings are normal. In fact, I consider myself good at name callings and senseless bashing. I come up with unique, funny, witty insults and insults thrown at me seem to have no effect. Others can call me fat, smelly, Mr. Clean, Uncle Fester, raging bull but there is one word that I never want to be associated with, and that is the word “BOBO.”
Imagine yourself face to face with the one person you hate the most, but then you have to be nice to him since you’re already failing at Calculus while he’s excelling at it. How would you react? What would your voice sound like towards him? How would you treat him? I bet you would suddenly be as good as an angel in front of him while behind that angelic front is the hate and despise for that person. In such case, talk about being a “plastic” and a “user” at the same time.
For as long as we are alive, there is one thing that will remain universal to us, Death. We may not want to devote precious brain activity to thinking about it but sooner or later (I personally would prefer the latter) each of us will be at Death’s doorstep. But crossing over to death’s side isn’t the only time we encounter it. Often times death comes unpronounced. Even when we wait, we never know when it will take the warmth of our life with his cold hands. But sometimes, just sometimes people become aware of death’s arrival. In this world there are things known as death omens. These ominous signs are believed to herald the coming of death. Yes none of us want to know when death comes for someone, but I believe it happens.
“It is inevitable.”, “We are meant to be together.”, “It is our destiny!!”. Three lines that all show relation to one thing. . . and it’s already there. Destiny. Is it possible that our lives are all predetermined by one or more heavenly beings? That we are living only according to their wishes? Could it be true that we are but puppets living by the strings that control our lives? It depends on what you believe in, since i believe that our lives are what we choose to make it.
A few hours ago, I was still thinking of an answer to the question, “What do you believe is true even though you cannot prove it?” I tried so hard, until my brain died. So I decided to watch some television, and my favorite mustached American friend was on, Earl Hickey. In the episode, Earl and his brother, Randy, were tied because Earl’s previous partner in crime, Ralph, just came out of jail. The bottom line is for them to be set free Randy suggested “Try callin’ Karma.” Earl then replies, “It’s Karma, Randy. Not Lassie!” The show “My Name Is Earl” is about Earl Hickey who, after a twist of faith, firmly believes in karma. He has a list of all the things he has done wrong in order to correct them in the hope that his good deed be rewarded. And like Earl, I too believe in karma. And so the answer to the question that killed my brain: I believe in karma even though I cannot prove it.
Do you know that people have an average number of 250 dreams during each sleep period in the night? Yes, you read it right and neither is it a typographical error. It really is 250! But how come we only remember very few of our dreams. There are even times when we don’t remember any at all. I don’t want to be scientific so I would just say that we simply forget most of our dreams and remember at most five to seven dreams. I believe that one of those 250 dreams seemingly foretells an event of personal importance.
There are many gods, many powerful beings, many names, many religions but I believe in God. The God that created everything in seven days, the God in three divine persons, the God that gave us the commandment of love and the God that sent his only son to save mankind more than 2000 years ago.
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