What’s done in the dark will always come to light.
Especially when it’s dishonest.
Yes, I’m talking about you.
Category: Jodythinks
Harder, better, faster, stronger
I am learning, that we all have to have thick hides to survive in this world. Too often, we the sheltered believe that people will treat us fairly, and will pat us on the back if things go badly.
That may be true of 10% of the population, but for the rest, well…
People are harsh, bitter and cynical. Too often when they see a vulnerability, they’ll take advantage of it. Hurt, make it worse.
Yes, I am looking at the real world. Coddling is not going to do anyone any good. It’s just gonna leave them sensitive, unprepared and perpetually pissed at the way things work.
And yes, I am accounting for your loved ones. I believe in the concept of cruel to be kind. No one should be constantly lulled into a sense of security and well-being, coz well, in the real world, there’s always something awry and missing. To have the people around you have you in a constant state of delusion of “the-world-is-nice-rainbow-and-butterflies-on-every-corner” will just leave you more hurt when the truth hits you.
The bullshit, the criticism, the insults hurled at you by well-meaning individuals will only help you for they will give you a tougher hide.
They’ve certainly helping me develop a thicker skin (Haha I’m a fattie i knooow) and i’m slowly learning to not be so sensitive to the things that usually bother me coz hey, annoyance at every little thing and holding on to hurt, is only give me headaches and wrinkles. And if i do get bothered, will that help fix the annoyance/minor problem?
No.
Ok, I’m losing my original point.
Here it is.
Toughen up kid. Coz no one is gonna walk on eggshells for you forever.
Thought of the day:
Why are we so afraid of the sky falling, when the rain feels so good on our skin?
Coke smiles all around
Finally, after six months of fail (see here), we finally got our coke smile shirts. After liters upon liters of the stuff. After coaxing all the eateries we frequent for bottlecaps. After getting my hyperacidity back after a couple of years, we finally got our coke shirts.
We refused to buy the fake ones for sale we saw at various places, stuck to our guns and waited patiently.
Thanks to Karlo for telling Sarah and me about the Greenwich promo.
Thanks to Abi, Vins, Pao, Kiko, Rc for eating the five meals for the two shirts. 🙂
You can’t see it, but I have the biggest grin under the shirt.
(in picture from left: me, karlo, sarah)
The short game
Sometimes, I’m envious of people who have 5 year plans, long term goals. I am a person who lives for the moment. No plans for the future, I don’t even have a life path yet. Going where life takes me is basically what I do. I guess I’m a whole lotta Pinoy in that sense of the bahala na thinking.
In that sense I am all about the short game. What’ll make me happy in the moment, I’m there. No thinking of the long term effects, no second thoughts of the pain that it’ll cause in the long run. I live in the now. Trying to justify this with the adage that says that “Life is just a series of token moments” or something like that.
I should be better at planning. Better at the choosing. There is only so much I can chalk up to the foolhardiness of youth, and my friends are getting better at reminding me of the mistakes I’ve made this year.
So you, dear reader, are you all about the life track? Or are you a short-game-what-will-make-me-happy-right-now person like me?
Thought of the day:
As big of a person as I am physically, I feel like I’m turning to vapor.
Next week I think I’ll be gone.
Yellow is my happy color.
Song of the day:
Man He Sings About Romance by Laura Marling
These people, are my people, watch how we roll
don’t mess ‘em up, they’re young, life’s only just begun
And for the record we were messed up, on our own
He takes the fakes and puts them in their place
And he swiftly moves along,
And he’s known around
He’s passed his break of social season hearts
Yeah I’ve spoke and yeah we get along
Man I could fall for a man, who can sing about, love and depression among other things,
A man who sings about romance
Woman he hardly kno-o-ows,
What good does it bring, this is the woman he cho-o-ose…
I’m loving Laura Marling right now. 🙂
Put on a happy face
Today, my mask is happy. The plastered-on grin only falters when I stop to think. My smile drops when I glance at windows. Life is going all around me, and I am a apathetic face in the crowd.
This is what I figure. When I put on a happy face, the feeling follows. And it does for a while. I am blanketed with warmth and sunshine as I step into the light. But as the shadows fall, I’m back to the person I was, empty and wanting.
This mask is thin, and imperfect. The eyes are holes and mine peek out of them, staring into far off spaces.
As i see clearer still the mask slips off, revealing the broken, wasted shell that I have become.
The mirror is my foe, as i face the truth. It shatters as I hit it, not caring for that which I see.
Lying down tired with the shards of glass, I pick up the mask and put on a happy face.
Happy Birthday (Mami) Rhiz!
Coz the world is more beautiful with you in it.
For believing in people and making things happen.
For living the life you want.
I hope to be you someday.
Much love and happiness this birthday.