Every one of us, consciously or unconsciously, affects the
objects and people around us, including ourselves, on a continual basis. Think
about the expression 'laughter is contagious.' Well, sure it is! How do you feel when you
are around happy, laughing people? Usually, you cant help but feel good
yourself right?. All emotions are energy and energy passes from one body to another;
from one object to another; matter to matter. Laughter is contagious!
You clear your house of negative energies and replace them
with positive ones. Laugh once in a while. Promise. It'll help. :)
For my younger bro.. all the love!
Low B means NO CAR "Jessie, you're already nineteen. When would you ever grow up?...I'm tired of this college-rebel(?) bullshit. Suck it up, You're in a country where people wake up 4:30 in the morning everyday (this is so true). Don't compensate your high GPA with a low one... I'll take your keys."
"But, ATTTEEEE....!?"
"No BUTS. Remember our deal? Well, congratu-fuckin-lations, you just lost your car. You're not a Lasalista anymore, no need to impress girls; snap out of it will you? And besides, I'm willing to drive you around, doesn't bother me."
What a sucker.
Is a low B in Biostat that low? Dude, I'ved worked my ass all trimester long just to pull up a B. No one in the class even got close to a high B! Getting an A in that fucked up class of 340 students is nothing short of a insurmountable feat. What the fuck being a "lasalista" have to do with a car? I do not even disclose myself to that overrated label anymore. How I wish I can answer her back.
Big sisters are pain in the ass.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
It has been a while since I've blogged. Wow. I'm thinking of giving this up..
(My apologies, but the massive University work and constant headaches I am now selflessly sharing with my family and friends means that I am unable to generate anything more original than phlegm. Honestly, I've never had any liesure time lately; I've devoted myself to be a full-time student in my course work.
So I am re-posting a piece I posted back when I was still in LJ. (About five months ago.)
I liked it. Hope you do too.
I'll get better soon. (That's humor -wise, not with regards to health. I think I've pretty much topped out there.)
Cheers, Jesma
Kryptonite
Every superman has his kryptonite. alternate titles to this post were "Every Achilles has his Heel" and "Pacquiao learns another English word"
Like everyone else in the world who was blessed with the power of awesomeness by God, I possess several unique gifts.
I have the gift - some would call it a curse - of being a reservoir of pop culture and sports knowledge.
I am wise with money. I'm Thrifty.
As so much I hate to..I can chop onions, more times than not, without cutting one of my fingers. Also, onions do not make me cry.
I am very observant. As a kiddo in the late 90's, I correctly surmised the band Hanson was three dudes when everyone else I knew swore they were three girls. I also correctly surmised that their music was fucking annoying. True story. :)
However, for all my strengths, I have one super, glaring, huge weakness…I am directionally challenged. Actually, that’s not fair. I don’t deserve to be grouped with your typical directionally-challenged individual. I am worse. Much, much worse. If I had been Frodo in Lord of the Rings, the movies would have been ten hours longer because I would have gotten lost two dozen times.
Allow me to produce evidence of my ineptness:I always get lost in our subdivision. I can't even familiarize myself with the streets! This was despite the fact I've been living around the place I grew up in as a child.
Last year, when I was going to be flying alone for the first time, I asked my dad to draw me a map to the airport (NAIA). I also asked him to draw me a map for the inside of the airport.
I can't even draw a map to my own house. I'm such a poor fuck, sorry. When I am caught off guard by someone in need of directions, I pretend to lose my phone signal. :)
When I need directions from someone, I ask for landmarks instead of street names. “Take a right onto Boni Ave of EDSA, and then take a left at D. Tuazon” might be adequate directions for most, but it’s useless to me. I need directions like, “take a right at the Burger King.” Or even better, “take a right at the third red light…it’s the one where that crazy beggar dude with a cup of coins sits on the corner.”
I have no explanation as to why I am so bad with directions. How can I chop an onion without crying or cutting my finger, but not be able to find my way to a grocery store on the far side of town to buy said onion?
Maybe this is God’s way of making sure people do not feel too intimated by my awesomeness?
Good one, God. You got me.
Honesty, I still often find myself lost going home =)
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Sunday, August 17, 2008
Low B means NO CAR "Jessie, you're already nineteen. When would you ever grow up?...I'm tired of this college-rebel(?) bullshit. Suck it up, You're in a country where people wake up 4:30 in the morning everyday (this is so true). Don't compensate your high GPA with a low one... I'll take your keys."
"But, ATTTEEEE....!?"
"No BUTS. Remember our deal? Well, congratu-fuckin-lations, you just lost your car. You're not a Lasalista anymore, no need to impress girls; snap out of it will you? And besides, I'm willing to drive you around, doesn't bother me."
What a sucker.
Is a low B in Biostat that low? Dude, I'ved worked my ass all trimester long just to pull up a B. No one in the class even got close to a high B! Getting an A in that fucked up class of 340 students is nothing short of a insurmountable feat. What the fuck being a "lasalista" have to do with a car? I do not even disclose myself to that overrated label anymore. How I wish I can answer her back.
Big sisters are pain in the ass.
c
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
It has been a while since I've blogged. Wow. I'm thinking of giving this up..
(My apologies, but the massive University work and constant headaches I am now selflessly sharing with my family and friends means that I am unable to generate anything more original than phlegm. Honestly, I've never had any liesure time lately; I've devoted myself to be a full-time student in my course work.
So I am re-posting a piece I posted back when I was still in LJ. (About five months ago.)
I liked it. Hope you do too.
I'll get better soon. (That's humor -wise, not with regards to health. I think I've pretty much topped out there.)
Cheers, Jesma
Kryptonite
Every superman has his kryptonite. alternate titles to this post were "Every Achilles has his Heel" and "Pacquiao learns another English word"
Like everyone else in the world who was blessed with the power of awesomeness by God, I possess several unique gifts.
I have the gift - some would call it a curse - of being a reservoir of pop culture and sports knowledge.
I am wise with money. I'm Thrifty.
As so much I hate to..I can chop onions, more times than not, without cutting one of my fingers. Also, onions do not make me cry.
I am very observant. As a kiddo in the late 90's, I correctly surmised the band Hanson was three dudes when everyone else I knew swore they were three girls. I also correctly surmised that their music was fucking annoying. True story. :)
However, for all my strengths, I have one super, glaring, huge weakness…I am directionally challenged. Actually, that’s not fair. I don’t deserve to be grouped with your typical directionally-challenged individual. I am worse. Much, much worse. If I had been Frodo in Lord of the Rings, the movies would have been ten hours longer because I would have gotten lost two dozen times.
Allow me to produce evidence of my ineptness:I always get lost in our subdivision. I can't even familiarize myself with the streets! This was despite the fact I've been living around the place I grew up in as a child.
Last year, when I was going to be flying alone for the first time, I asked my dad to draw me a map to the airport (NAIA). I also asked him to draw me a map for the inside of the airport.
I can't even draw a map to my own house. I'm such a poor fuck, sorry. When I am caught off guard by someone in need of directions, I pretend to lose my phone signal. :)
When I need directions from someone, I ask for landmarks instead of street names. “Take a right onto Boni Ave of EDSA, and then take a left at D. Tuazon” might be adequate directions for most, but it’s useless to me. I need directions like, “take a right at the Burger King.” Or even better, “take a right at the third red light…it’s the one where that crazy beggar dude with a cup of coins sits on the corner.”
I have no explanation as to why I am so bad with directions. How can I chop an onion without crying or cutting my finger, but not be able to find my way to a grocery store on the far side of town to buy said onion?
Maybe this is God’s way of making sure people do not feel too intimated by my awesomeness?
Good one, God. You got me.
Honesty, I still often find myself lost going home =)
c
"Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter"
-Friedrich Nietzche
it has been crazy five years full of cracky, non-sense and whimsical humor blogging.
what started out as a "for-profit" racket of a graduating elementary student (which he really
didn't need) turned out to be one of his hidden passions -- writing. truly, writing is the world's
most favorite metaphor, and sharing it, broadens the adventure to begin with. rudyard kipling once
qouted, "words are the most powerful drug used by mankind" if that was so, i am due for rehabiliatation
just to get over with the addiction. the pen is the tongue of the mind so let your mind speak, and write it
down; for words are so many things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces
that which makes thousands, perhaps millions.
theverybestofjessiemaria[dot]com, jesma's current and 4th blog, and possibly his last will be a hopefully
collection of his best hits since he started blogging in 2003. a frustrated novelist, he is currently studying
in Portsmouth, UK, struggling through his first year at University as a Eng'g Physics Nursing major. He
hopes to find some success in writing so as to soften the blow when telling his parents how much he is flunking
the course they would be funding for the next five years.
As a seasoned interweb dork, Jesma's diet consists mostly of a steady supply of energy drinks and
Cool Ranch Doritos. Because of this, Jesma must supplement his diet with a steady source of positive
feedback in order to survive. You can contribute to Jesma's continued existence by either leaving a
comment or by sending him an email at rossiyskaya_federatsiya@yahoo.com
an essay to the ateneo de manila's admissions personal essay requirement. the question was:
Are there any siginificant accomplishments you have realized, that helped defined you as a person?
-- I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train
stations on my free time, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic
slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.
Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone
playing. I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook 30-minute brownies in
20 minutes.
I am an expert in snakes n' ladders, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass
of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon basin from a horde of ferocious
army ants. I play bluegrass cello. I was scouted by the Mets. I am the subject of numerous documentaries.
When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays,
after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend
passes. Last summer I toured around the whole world traveling with centrifugal force demonstration. My
deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise lost, Moby Dick,
and The Odeyssey in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the
exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA.
I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated
with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate
in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life, but forgot to write it down. I have made
extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven.
I breed prize-winning dandelions. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka,
and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played with Cirque du Soleil, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken
with Elvis.
