If you’ve read my previous entry about my father, you should. It sets the situation for what you’re about to read. But if you don’t want to, it’s fine.
As all of you well know, today is Father’s Day, a great day to be a dad. I haven’t celebrated Father’s Day since 2009, basically because I hate my father. He wasn’t much of a dad when I realised that my mom truly really loved me. Whether or not that love is more than my father’s, I will never know.
I have a friend, who I think I wrote about a while back, and my mother and I are friends with his entire family. His father is a real father figure, strong-willed, caring, funny, all that jazz. I sometimes think “why couldn’t my father be more like him?”.
But what really got me was when his father showed his fatherly affection towards his kids. It’s the type of love that you see only in dads. Continue reading “Envy on Father’s Day”
I had some trouble deciding which event I wanted to share, and it came down to two. It was either the time my father left or the time when we were thrown out of our house. But I figured that it would be better to talk about my father and his departure from this family.
So please bear with me because I haven’t talked about this to an open crowd, in fact I think only three of my friends know the full details, at any rate…
The year was 2009 on the month of April. I was home alone watching TV when I heard the door open downstairs. I thought to myself “Is that mom or dad? They’re rather early”. I went back to watching TV, not minding what was going on downstairs. After a few minutes I heard heavy footsteps rise from the stairwell, “oh, it’s dad” I thought. I kept watching TV.
He went up to me and gave me a kiss on the head; I wiped my forehead and ignored him. “I’m gonna take a shower first and I need to talk to you, okay?” he said. At that point I knew something was up, “okay”. Continue reading “A Problem That You Have Had (30 Day Challenge, day 18)”
Most if not all college students get asked the question “Why are you in college?”. Normally our response would be:
A. Get a good job
B. Make a lotta money (aka get a good job)
C. To find meaning in life (???)
D. I have no idea
E. ALL OF THE Above
These answers would be pretty normal if you didn’t know what you wanted, what you truly and authentically wanted. Socrates gave some really good advice to people whilst he was still alive: “KNOW THYSELF”. Two words, just two damn simple words and yet our response is kinda like “Psshhh, I know ma’self bro/dog/dude/wha’ever!” That does not sound real assuring. Continue reading “Why am I in College? || Some advice for college students!!! (Seriously.)”
I had an insightful conversation with a friend some time ago about how stupid high-schoolers act when they get “stressed”. We compared our stress to that of theirs and it was obvious that these high-schoolers are overreacting. Our conversation/chat went like:
me: I really don’t like hell week, makes me think how lucky HS students are..
friend: i know! and it annoys me to death how they complain that theyre gonna die due to stress
me: IKR? 8-| They’re like “OMG dance namin hindi pa tapos /wrist” (our dance isn’t done yet) At least they have a dance..
friend: ROFL!!! and like, “OMG THESIS PAPER. GONNA DIIIEE /wrist” and i’m like, whadibuurrr. 8-|
Yeah.. that was the distressed conversation between two university students. After our chat, I realized that there was a pattern of stress and complaints amongst the various age groups.
During pre-school we really didn’t care much about anything so we would do whatever we wanted to do and our parents paid much attention to us. During our grade school days our stress would increase. We’d get home-works, projects, tests and etc. I remember looking back at my kindergarten and pre-school years (I remember my pre-school years, somewhat) and I loved the idea of just running around and finger-painting on every wall on every corner of the room. The sense of freedom but with some minor disciplining. But that freedom was only limited around our parents, beyond that, we were suppressed; same goes for grade school (in my account anyway). After grade school, we’d graduate into high-school and our stress would increase much, much more. The added pressure of getting into a good college and making our parents proud was very much the whole thing. Continue reading “Our Hierarchy of Human Stress”
There is a significant amount of the impoverished on the streets of Manila. And in the 10+ years of living here, I’ve come to notice these annoying aspects of the poor. Hopefully I can remember what they were (this blog entry was supposed to be composed over a month ago :)) )
So here are some of them
They have the guts to discriminate against the middle class and above.
I don’t understand why these people hate people who have money. Yeah sure, call it jealousy or whatever you wanna sugarcoat it with, in the end it’s damn stupid. You think Henry Sy was born into a rich family? No! He had to work hard to get his ass off the curb and into a velvet chair. He didn’t pray to God, he didn’t put his luck on lottery, he didn’t depend on charity. He worked. Now these poor people who haven’t even gotten any work at all go about going “Putang inang mga mayaman na yan! Ang dami dami nilang pera, tapos ginagastos lang nila sa mga kotse at alahas! Hindi nakakabusog yun! Kung ganun lang sila, edi ibigay nalang yung pera sa amin noh!” (Those rich bastards! They’ve got so much cash and Continue reading “I hate poor people (part 1)”