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!
Okay.. so I've just read and watched "The Curious case of Benjamin Button" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It was a short story, kind of like "The Prince" with less than twenty five pages, but the movie starring Brad Pitt was like waaaay longer. They kind of like over-emphasized on some points. But honestly, both were good and very inspirational :) I would recommend reading the book first before watching the movie.
This brings me back to a blog entry I wrote when I was still in LJ. Just thought of re-posting it here :) Kind of like a similar theme and I would certainly know that it'll make you guys think..
Remember people, appreciate life more!!
Original entry: LJ Aug 26, 2007
This entry was inspired by the book “Way of the Peaceful Warrior” by Dan Millman, which I read about a week ago. This was supposed to be long overdue but due to our prelims week and my torture-master coach in UST, I was only able to finish the story just yesterday. Many of the ideas have been rattling around in my head for years, but the book helped me put it together. While the book itself is not a masterpiece, it is still very good and, more importantly, delivers an excellent, possibly life-changing message. I highly recommend it. It is a help-book by the way.
For those that came here expecting my normal humor-based fare, I promise I will return to immature bathroom jokes in my next writing effort. Anyway, Have a nice weekend and enjoy! =)
Time Machine. Wow.
Imagine that you are given the opportunity to enter a simulation program that allowed you to seemingly go back in time. You would be transferred into your young body during your senior year in high school, or possibly another time in your life you enjoyed. You wouldn’t actually be going back in time; since it’s a simulation, you could do anything you wanted without worrying about how it affects your future. You would be allowed in the program for one week.
What would you do?
Of course, the answers are individual to everyone. Hang out with some friends you’ve lost touch with. Enjoy the infamous La Salle Greenhills sisig from the cafeteria you liked and haven’t eaten in years. Play your heart out in band practice, as it’s the first time you’ve touched a drumstick since high school. Make sure to say “hi” and even hug that favorite teacher that actually passed away five years ago. Take in all the sights, sounds and smells of the Friday night gimiks. Drive around proudly in that piece of crap car you had that you now miss. Maybe even ask that guy or girl out that you never had the courage to way back when.
Now imagine that at the end of the week, the simulator made a mistake, and you were stuck in it another week, but in someone else’s life. The simulator made you a pastry chef in Paris, France circa 1950. You never had any desire to have such a vocation, but you have no choice: you have to remain there for a week and then the simulator would safely let you exit back to your normal life.
What would you do?
Again, the answers are individual, but certainly most people would make the best of it. Get up early, smell the Parisian air, make those delicious pastries, and serve the French customers. When you were finished with your workday, you’d go exploring old France! Walk the cobblestone streets, see the sites, drink at the pubs, and meet interesting French people. You’d take it all in before the week was over, possibly not wanting to leave. At the end, though, you would have to.
In both scenarios, you would make sure to enjoy every minute that you possibly could in the simulation. You know it is temporary, and there is no effect on the future, so you’d make sure to see every sight, hear every sound, and smell every scent.
Now ask yourself: do you put this much attention into enjoying the actual moments in your real life?
Why would you enjoy the high school simulation more than the moments when you were actually in high school? Did you take it for granted? Were you worried about achieving some future happiness instead? So many people put off being happy, or even paying attention to the moment they are in, for some perceived bliss in the future.
However, how many times do you reach a goal and find out it’s not all you thought it would be? Or perhaps it was, but you were too busy thinking about the next goal to pay attention? Are you actually living your life? Are you paying attention?
Every moment you have is precious. Even now, as you are reading this blog, amazing things are happening all around you. Maybe it is simply your young little brother is learning a new habit, or a bird laying eggs in its nest outside your window, or just light jazz playing on your stereo…but this moment is not ordinary. It is unique and will never ever happen again.
So what if you are not in high school anymore? So what if you can’t walk down cobblestone streets in Paris? When was the last time you took in the moments of your “right now”? When was the last time you took a walk down your own street?
In many ways, this life is like a simulation. We have no idea why we are here and why there are certain rules like gravity, respiration, fluid and thermal dynamics, and temporary existence. However, we have no choice but to live in this simulation, and therefore we should always make the absolute best of it. Stop stressing over some future plans for happiness. Start enjoying your life’s moments now!
Are you paying attention?
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
hitching the man stink.
updates:
been having a rad time in LA LA land.
Christmas with fambam. tho I don't get it why people call it "Xmas" I find it funny when I ask uberly religious people why it is referred to the former. my theology teacher in college (when I was still in the RP) gave me a retarded look with no benefit of a doubt when I asked her about it. So if anyone knows, what's up with the "x" anyway?
spent new year's eve with ... at Paris, France and watched CIRQUE DU SOLEIL!!!!! (will be posting pics soon)
ate my 4Th hamburger.
got the new neuma tattoo machine for work.
blogging has always been in default dope.. ehhh always was, always will.
I WISH YOU GUYS A PROSPEROUS 2009!!! I'm finally gonna be a sophomore..! ha!
So going on with the real post.. What do you do when a schoolmate who is asking for a ride on a regular basis smells like a decomposing body in an slaughterhouse?
I don't know what to do.
I know, I'm too stupid to tell her she reeks so I deserve her. But I can't just tell her that. Having an innocent conversation about a great new deodorant will not do the trick, as it is a multi-orifice issue. God, I would like to tell her that even though ladies in the Philippines are 100,000 x conservative peeps...at least they bathe as often as they could. Should I just go on and on about the various hygiene products on the market every time I pick her up, and hope that she'll take the hint?
I hate to admit it but yesterday as I was leaving school after clinicals I saw that she was calling me and I simply didn't answer the phone. I felt guilty about that all night, so when she called this morning I picked her up and now I'm sorry as fuck I did. I swear to Zeus and all the gods and planets of Greek mythology that it was longest ride in my life and I could hardly breathe the whole time. It was too chilly to open a window so I was driving with my face pointed 15 degrees to the left and taking shallow breaths. It was actually giving me a headache. When we got to Uni, in order to breathe ASAP, I avoided getting into the elevator with her and told her to go on ahead as I had to check something in my car. I hung around the car for 5 minutes to make sure that she wouldn't be still waiting for the elevator when I got there. Even though the parking space I found was near the garbage containers, breathing felt much more nicer.
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Friday, January 9, 2009
life....appreciate!
Okay.. so I've just read and watched "The Curious case of Benjamin Button" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It was a short story, kind of like "The Prince" with less than twenty five pages, but the movie starring Brad Pitt was like waaaay longer. They kind of like over-emphasized on some points. But honestly, both were good and very inspirational :) I would recommend reading the book first before watching the movie.
This brings me back to a blog entry I wrote when I was still in LJ. Just thought of re-posting it here :) Kind of like a similar theme and I would certainly know that it'll make you guys think..
Remember people, appreciate life more!!
Original entry: LJ Aug 26, 2007
This entry was inspired by the book “Way of the Peaceful Warrior” by Dan Millman, which I read about a week ago. This was supposed to be long overdue but due to our prelims week and my torture-master coach in UST, I was only able to finish the story just yesterday. Many of the ideas have been rattling around in my head for years, but the book helped me put it together. While the book itself is not a masterpiece, it is still very good and, more importantly, delivers an excellent, possibly life-changing message. I highly recommend it. It is a help-book by the way.
For those that came here expecting my normal humor-based fare, I promise I will return to immature bathroom jokes in my next writing effort. Anyway, Have a nice weekend and enjoy! =)
Time Machine. Wow.
Imagine that you are given the opportunity to enter a simulation program that allowed you to seemingly go back in time. You would be transferred into your young body during your senior year in high school, or possibly another time in your life you enjoyed. You wouldn’t actually be going back in time; since it’s a simulation, you could do anything you wanted without worrying about how it affects your future. You would be allowed in the program for one week.
What would you do?
Of course, the answers are individual to everyone. Hang out with some friends you’ve lost touch with. Enjoy the infamous La Salle Greenhills sisig from the cafeteria you liked and haven’t eaten in years. Play your heart out in band practice, as it’s the first time you’ve touched a drumstick since high school. Make sure to say “hi” and even hug that favorite teacher that actually passed away five years ago. Take in all the sights, sounds and smells of the Friday night gimiks. Drive around proudly in that piece of crap car you had that you now miss. Maybe even ask that guy or girl out that you never had the courage to way back when.
Now imagine that at the end of the week, the simulator made a mistake, and you were stuck in it another week, but in someone else’s life. The simulator made you a pastry chef in Paris, France circa 1950. You never had any desire to have such a vocation, but you have no choice: you have to remain there for a week and then the simulator would safely let you exit back to your normal life.
What would you do?
Again, the answers are individual, but certainly most people would make the best of it. Get up early, smell the Parisian air, make those delicious pastries, and serve the French customers. When you were finished with your workday, you’d go exploring old France! Walk the cobblestone streets, see the sites, drink at the pubs, and meet interesting French people. You’d take it all in before the week was over, possibly not wanting to leave. At the end, though, you would have to.
In both scenarios, you would make sure to enjoy every minute that you possibly could in the simulation. You know it is temporary, and there is no effect on the future, so you’d make sure to see every sight, hear every sound, and smell every scent.
Now ask yourself: do you put this much attention into enjoying the actual moments in your real life?
Why would you enjoy the high school simulation more than the moments when you were actually in high school? Did you take it for granted? Were you worried about achieving some future happiness instead? So many people put off being happy, or even paying attention to the moment they are in, for some perceived bliss in the future.
However, how many times do you reach a goal and find out it’s not all you thought it would be? Or perhaps it was, but you were too busy thinking about the next goal to pay attention? Are you actually living your life? Are you paying attention?
Every moment you have is precious. Even now, as you are reading this blog, amazing things are happening all around you. Maybe it is simply your young little brother is learning a new habit, or a bird laying eggs in its nest outside your window, or just light jazz playing on your stereo…but this moment is not ordinary. It is unique and will never ever happen again.
So what if you are not in high school anymore? So what if you can’t walk down cobblestone streets in Paris? When was the last time you took in the moments of your “right now”? When was the last time you took a walk down your own street?
In many ways, this life is like a simulation. We have no idea why we are here and why there are certain rules like gravity, respiration, fluid and thermal dynamics, and temporary existence. However, we have no choice but to live in this simulation, and therefore we should always make the absolute best of it. Stop stressing over some future plans for happiness. Start enjoying your life’s moments now!
Are you paying attention?
c
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
hitching the man stink.
updates:
been having a rad time in LA LA land.
Christmas with fambam. tho I don't get it why people call it "Xmas" I find it funny when I ask uberly religious people why it is referred to the former. my theology teacher in college (when I was still in the RP) gave me a retarded look with no benefit of a doubt when I asked her about it. So if anyone knows, what's up with the "x" anyway?
spent new year's eve with ... at Paris, France and watched CIRQUE DU SOLEIL!!!!! (will be posting pics soon)
ate my 4Th hamburger.
got the new neuma tattoo machine for work.
blogging has always been in default dope.. ehhh always was, always will.
I WISH YOU GUYS A PROSPEROUS 2009!!! I'm finally gonna be a sophomore..! ha!
So going on with the real post.. What do you do when a schoolmate who is asking for a ride on a regular basis smells like a decomposing body in an slaughterhouse?
I don't know what to do.
I know, I'm too stupid to tell her she reeks so I deserve her. But I can't just tell her that. Having an innocent conversation about a great new deodorant will not do the trick, as it is a multi-orifice issue. God, I would like to tell her that even though ladies in the Philippines are 100,000 x conservative peeps...at least they bathe as often as they could. Should I just go on and on about the various hygiene products on the market every time I pick her up, and hope that she'll take the hint?
I hate to admit it but yesterday as I was leaving school after clinicals I saw that she was calling me and I simply didn't answer the phone. I felt guilty about that all night, so when she called this morning I picked her up and now I'm sorry as fuck I did. I swear to Zeus and all the gods and planets of Greek mythology that it was longest ride in my life and I could hardly breathe the whole time. It was too chilly to open a window so I was driving with my face pointed 15 degrees to the left and taking shallow breaths. It was actually giving me a headache. When we got to Uni, in order to breathe ASAP, I avoided getting into the elevator with her and told her to go on ahead as I had to check something in my car. I hung around the car for 5 minutes to make sure that she wouldn't be still waiting for the elevator when I got there. Even though the parking space I found was near the garbage containers, breathing felt much more nicer.
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.
