Since none of my friends care about this problem of mine, I shall share it with the faceless followers of my blogs. None of you might care, and will probably scroll past this post. do as you please. I don't care.
If you know me, then you know that I love animals. I have grown up to the sounds of meows and barks. But lately, I have been having issues. Pet issues. I can't sleep at night because I worry a lot about my pets especially how they multiply.
I took a job. I've been working for a month now. I don't make too much money, but I'm perfectly happy with it. Anyway, I told my mom that I took the job to support myself with school projects, which is half true. But the real reason is that I wanted to earn enough money to get my cats fixed. That's right, no more kittens for this cat lover!
Well, I do love kittens. But I can't seem to bear to see kittens suffering. I don't care how much it's going to cost. I'm going to sponsor a cat, and mom is going to sponsor another cat until all four are fixed.
I hope that I accomplish this project within the year. I really can't handle more cats, and I don't know what I would do if I were to get more kittens! I think... I think I just might become the crazy cat person.
I pray for the Lord's guidance on this one.
Huwebes, Pebrero 28, 2013
Sabado, Pebrero 23, 2013
Paano sumulat ng kwento ng Pag Ibig?
"sumulat ka ng love story. yung nakakakilig."
Paano mo nga ba sisimulan ang isang kwento ng pag ibig? Kung ang kwento ng sarili mong pag ibig ay hindi mo mabigyan ng umpisa?
pag na in love ka, parang pinaubaya na ng katawan mo sa puso mo ang decision making. Initsupwera na nito ang utak mo. Puro puso. kesa na pagisipan mo, eh "instinct" mo na lang pinapakingan mo, kawawa naman yung maliit na boses sa ulo mo na sinasabi sayong: "tama na. nasasaktan ka na."
Ako? nabiktima na ako ng pag ibig. Ilang gabi na ang ipinagkait ko sa tulog, ilang galon na din ng luha ang idinilig ko sa lupa. At para saan? para sa isang taong wala naman paki kung ano ang nararamdaman mo. Para sa isang tao na pinasaya ka, na akala mo pinasasaya mo rin siya. Yun pala, hindi.
So uulitin ko, paano ako susulat ng kwento ng pag ibig, kung ang definition ko ng pag ibig ay "saya na kasing tagal lang ng umiihip na hangin"?
Biyernes, Pebrero 22, 2013
The Procrastinator
I should study for the test.
*plays video games
*watches cartoons
*takes nap
Yeah. I'll definitely be successful one day. I am the procrastinator. A being with the knowledge of upcoming important events, and yet sits and does random crap. For instance, instead of going through my notes, I am making this blogpost. Is it relevant and can help me pass the exam? perhaps. perhaps not.
I just finished typing a business article we will be turning in in about 2 maybe 3 weeks from now? I am strange that way. I know that there is something important for tomorrow, and yet I chose to do the homework meant for the far future.
I think I'll even do those homework blogposts. Anything to just not sleep. This post....... is it even relevant? I feel like I haven't done anything great. Blogwise.
Whatever.
*plays video games
*watches cartoons
*takes nap
Yeah. I'll definitely be successful one day. I am the procrastinator. A being with the knowledge of upcoming important events, and yet sits and does random crap. For instance, instead of going through my notes, I am making this blogpost. Is it relevant and can help me pass the exam? perhaps. perhaps not.
I just finished typing a business article we will be turning in in about 2 maybe 3 weeks from now? I am strange that way. I know that there is something important for tomorrow, and yet I chose to do the homework meant for the far future.
I think I'll even do those homework blogposts. Anything to just not sleep. This post....... is it even relevant? I feel like I haven't done anything great. Blogwise.
Whatever.
Lunes, Pebrero 18, 2013
A friend Through a Friend's Eyes
(I should be doing this on Wordpress. But I just want to share this on here to, just because.)
Who is that girl? That girl with the bright eyes looking out the window? Her name is Florabel. A woman, disguised as a girl. Well, not really. she's only eighteen, and to this writer, she will always be her little cousin.
I was asked to write a personality sketch. And who better to write about than the girl who has not only been a cousin, but a friend to this writer?
What can I say about this girl? I guess I should start from the beginning. She is the youngest child in her family. she has three older brothers and two older sisters, all of them have finished school and are now making names for themselves.
Florabel wishes to do the same someday and make her parents proud of her. She is a third year Human Resource Development Management (HRDM) student in PUP. She originally wanted to be an Electronics Communication Engineer (ECE), but she ran out of slots during the day of the interview, and so she was sent to HRDM.
Hardworking. This is a word to describe this eighteen year old. More often than not, she has taught this writer a thing or two about time management. She would come home at past seven every night, and after dinner, would begin to study for a test or would do homework. I have also known her to stay up all night doing all her school work, which, at one point, has made her father worry about his little girl.
Good grades and a bright future. that is all she wants in life.
She is generally friendly, and has a lot of friends. But she chooses whom she opens her heart up to. Her family is what she considers to be her best friends. Having been raised in an environment where family importance is always emphasized, she somehow grew into it and developed herself with this belief.
She is compassionate and is always ready to help a friend in need. She gives good advice to friends who ask for it. and for her, a friend is someone who doesn't need to see you everyday, but you won't forget that you are friends. and when the other is in need she would always be prepared to help her friend out. That is Florabel to her friends.
One might say that she is just a typical teenage girl with nothing special in particular. But to the writer and to everyone else close to her, she is a special girl without whom their lives would be bland. Through the eyes of this friend, Florabel is someone worth keeping. and I'd like to thank God that I was born not only as a friend to her, but also, family.
And that, my friends, is Ms. Florabel Josephine A. Jorge through the eyes of a friend.
[FIRST DRAFT]
Who is that girl? That girl with the bright eyes looking out the window? Her name is Florabel. A woman, disguised as a girl. Well, not really. she's only eighteen, and to this writer, she will always be her little cousin.
I was asked to write a personality sketch. And who better to write about than the girl who has not only been a cousin, but a friend to this writer?
Florabel wishes to do the same someday and make her parents proud of her. She is a third year Human Resource Development Management (HRDM) student in PUP. She originally wanted to be an Electronics Communication Engineer (ECE), but she ran out of slots during the day of the interview, and so she was sent to HRDM.
Hardworking. This is a word to describe this eighteen year old. More often than not, she has taught this writer a thing or two about time management. She would come home at past seven every night, and after dinner, would begin to study for a test or would do homework. I have also known her to stay up all night doing all her school work, which, at one point, has made her father worry about his little girl.
Good grades and a bright future. that is all she wants in life.
She is generally friendly, and has a lot of friends. But she chooses whom she opens her heart up to. Her family is what she considers to be her best friends. Having been raised in an environment where family importance is always emphasized, she somehow grew into it and developed herself with this belief.
She is compassionate and is always ready to help a friend in need. She gives good advice to friends who ask for it. and for her, a friend is someone who doesn't need to see you everyday, but you won't forget that you are friends. and when the other is in need she would always be prepared to help her friend out. That is Florabel to her friends.
One might say that she is just a typical teenage girl with nothing special in particular. But to the writer and to everyone else close to her, she is a special girl without whom their lives would be bland. Through the eyes of this friend, Florabel is someone worth keeping. and I'd like to thank God that I was born not only as a friend to her, but also, family.
And that, my friends, is Ms. Florabel Josephine A. Jorge through the eyes of a friend.
[FIRST DRAFT]
Linggo, Pebrero 10, 2013
New Look!
Inspired and bored, the writer uses all of her creativity to make a header and a new background image for her blogs. yes blogs with an "s".
I ended up editing the background of my wordpress account.
It's mediocre, but hey, its customized. mehehe. :3
On the right, you will see my wordpress account.
and over here, on the left is my blogspot.
I know, I know. They both look the same and I am terrible at art. hahaha. But I'll get better... I don't know... probably..
I ended up editing the background of my wordpress account.
It's mediocre, but hey, its customized. mehehe. :3
On the right, you will see my wordpress account.
and over here, on the left is my blogspot.
I know, I know. They both look the same and I am terrible at art. hahaha. But I'll get better... I don't know... probably..
Linggo, Pebrero 3, 2013
The Ultimate Video Game
To me, life is a video game. That anytime, you have the option to start over, continue or just quit all together.
Each one of us is a player. Each with their own strengths and weaknesses. We decide how to play this game. We make the designs and we decide how we behave.... Just like in our virtual reality. But there is something you must remember, this isn't virtual reality. This is THE reality.
But just like games, life has obstacles that seem almost impossible to over come. Some find cheats, some use their heads to get around it, and some just give up. Flipping the switch and turning the screen back into the darkness.
Life is the ultimate video game. Every player has the ability to customize the settings. They can choose how hard their life can be. The challenge is that, there are no second chances, and if you do get one, It's super rare. So cherish it. Just like what Rikimaru's mentor said, "Just because you get a second chance, don't go expecting a third."
In virtual reality, you get to start over from the beginning, as in, everything is erased. No record of your previous adventure will remain. In life, as you go along mingling with other players, they will give you "trust". The more trust you gain, the more likeable your player. But it only takes one simple mistake to lose a trust. And though you can "start over", unlike in video games, everything you did is remembered. Starting over is harder in THE reality than in Virtual Reality.
Life is a video game that I love to play. The goals are harder than the ones I find in my virtual reality, the bosses in each level cheat, and I find myself staring at the quit option more often than not.
But even if I do find reasons to quit and stare into the blackness of the screen, I'll still find a reason, no. A way to go on.
How about you? Do YOU want to quit the game?
Each one of us is a player. Each with their own strengths and weaknesses. We decide how to play this game. We make the designs and we decide how we behave.... Just like in our virtual reality. But there is something you must remember, this isn't virtual reality. This is THE reality.
But just like games, life has obstacles that seem almost impossible to over come. Some find cheats, some use their heads to get around it, and some just give up. Flipping the switch and turning the screen back into the darkness.
Life is the ultimate video game. Every player has the ability to customize the settings. They can choose how hard their life can be. The challenge is that, there are no second chances, and if you do get one, It's super rare. So cherish it. Just like what Rikimaru's mentor said, "Just because you get a second chance, don't go expecting a third."
In virtual reality, you get to start over from the beginning, as in, everything is erased. No record of your previous adventure will remain. In life, as you go along mingling with other players, they will give you "trust". The more trust you gain, the more likeable your player. But it only takes one simple mistake to lose a trust. And though you can "start over", unlike in video games, everything you did is remembered. Starting over is harder in THE reality than in Virtual Reality.
Life is a video game that I love to play. The goals are harder than the ones I find in my virtual reality, the bosses in each level cheat, and I find myself staring at the quit option more often than not.
But even if I do find reasons to quit and stare into the blackness of the screen, I'll still find a reason, no. A way to go on.
How about you? Do YOU want to quit the game?
A story of a Little Girl
Once, there was a little girl who loved animals. She was a loner and didn't have much friends. The other kids teased her for her love of animals. They all thought her to be crazy for having too many pets. But she didn't care. As long as she had her pets, and the support of her father, she knew she was okay.
One night, as she was walking home, she heard the cries of a kitten. She stopped and looked for the source. She found a kitten in the neighbor's bushes. The kitten looked cold, frightened and hungry. Someone must have left it there to die. The little girl felt her heart being crushed by the thought of someone abandoning a defenseless kitten in the street, where dogs, children and cars can kill it.
Without thinking twice, she took the kitten with her and went home. "Daddy, daddy, look! someone left a kitten on the street!" she told her father as she showed him the kitten. Her father looked at the kitten and then at her with an expression she hasn't seen before. "What the hell are we gonna do with that??" He roared at her. She jumped, frightened. "Take it back! We can't have anymore animals in this house! Do you understand me??" She was shaking as the kitten continued to cry in her hands.
Reluctantly, she took the kitten back to the bushes. "I'm sorry...." she whispered as she put it down. "I can't help you." She was crying. The kitten started to meow again. as if saying, "Don't leave me." She got up, and ran home. trying her best to ignore the cries for help of the little kitten, abandoned in the bushes.
The next morning, as she was walking down her street, she passed by the same bushes. She was horrified by what she saw. The kitten, the small kitten she showed her father the night before, lay on the gutter, dead. Ran over by a car no doubt. The little girl began crying again. She cried for her cowardice, she cried because she knew she could have done something. She cried because a life was snuffed because of her. She felt guilty and responsible for the death of the kitten. She continued to cry..
Today, that little girl has grown up. The memory of the dead kitten still haunts her. And she tries her best to make it up to the kitten, gone too soon. She rescues and feeds and volunteers for shelters. The rescuing part, she does secretly so as not to spark her father's anger.
I wish there were more people like this little girl. The world needs more heroes.
One night, as she was walking home, she heard the cries of a kitten. She stopped and looked for the source. She found a kitten in the neighbor's bushes. The kitten looked cold, frightened and hungry. Someone must have left it there to die. The little girl felt her heart being crushed by the thought of someone abandoning a defenseless kitten in the street, where dogs, children and cars can kill it.
Without thinking twice, she took the kitten with her and went home. "Daddy, daddy, look! someone left a kitten on the street!" she told her father as she showed him the kitten. Her father looked at the kitten and then at her with an expression she hasn't seen before. "What the hell are we gonna do with that??" He roared at her. She jumped, frightened. "Take it back! We can't have anymore animals in this house! Do you understand me??" She was shaking as the kitten continued to cry in her hands.
Reluctantly, she took the kitten back to the bushes. "I'm sorry...." she whispered as she put it down. "I can't help you." She was crying. The kitten started to meow again. as if saying, "Don't leave me." She got up, and ran home. trying her best to ignore the cries for help of the little kitten, abandoned in the bushes.
The next morning, as she was walking down her street, she passed by the same bushes. She was horrified by what she saw. The kitten, the small kitten she showed her father the night before, lay on the gutter, dead. Ran over by a car no doubt. The little girl began crying again. She cried for her cowardice, she cried because she knew she could have done something. She cried because a life was snuffed because of her. She felt guilty and responsible for the death of the kitten. She continued to cry..
Today, that little girl has grown up. The memory of the dead kitten still haunts her. And she tries her best to make it up to the kitten, gone too soon. She rescues and feeds and volunteers for shelters. The rescuing part, she does secretly so as not to spark her father's anger.
I wish there were more people like this little girl. The world needs more heroes.
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