Miss And Take

Mistakes, Mistakes, Mistakes; things we find wrong, embarrassing and/or just plain stupid. And whether or not it froze or replayed in our memory, we have to deal with the fact that it has been part of our history.

I finally reached the finish line of a disastrously unlucky, mentally tiring and somewhat happy third sophomore week and I’ve been searching for an inspiration to at least start a freaking blog post. Now, it is finally taking place and the inspiration is the lecture from my history class which I consider the incident that started the adjective proclaimed week I was telling.

Most of you who don’t know, history is such a pain in my ass. I can’t keep up with the dates, the sequence of the Cold War or the truth about the Spanish hegemony. This subject should be inside my I-have-no-choice-but-to-do-this bucket along with Mathematics and Political Science. But last Monday, there was a statement from my professor that I can’t get over with until now. It was a slap in my face and I’m pretty sure that it was not only me who got Rihannaed in the class of 25. This can possibly make me remove my perception about history out of the bucket. But we’ll see more about that later.

“To commit a mistake is human but to repeat the mistake is stupidity.”

If you’re against this quotation, please press alt + F4, hit your head with whatever is in front of you because darling, you are probably an outer space /earth-disturbing freak looking funny on a horse. This is an accurate experience-proven cavalry charge.

Most of us would say that “The past is the past” because we are trying to move on or just forget the wrong things in the right way. But sometimes this famous quote doesn’t always have to be the answer to our emotional belief about moving on because the “past” that some of us are trying to forget or escape is somehow worth remembering simply because it is someone’s life guideline for better decision-making. Maybe I am trying to dig the treasure in the end of this motionless rainbow or maybe I am trying to transform a yellow lego to SpongeBob SquarePants but either way, I am just trying to preach one thing: mistakes aren’t always a bad thing (depending on the situation and on the person, of course).

It is good to hear that the majority wouldn’t make or will try not to make the same mistake or regret but, sadly, there are still people who would press rewind and play. And I am allegedly accusing myself to be somehow part of the latter.

Useless and stupid mistakes, as explained, happens to:
1. those who listed the “not to do’s” for their new year’s resolution but failed,
2. those who got their heart broken for so many times, cried so many times, and cried for so many times again, and /or
3. those who said “sorry” but ended up saying sorry over and over again until he or she is not worth it to be forgiven anymore.

I am a rational animal and I am, most of the time, too stupid to face promises such as “I won’t do this anymore”. And I am not hoping for a mistake-free individual to exist because that’s like hoping for the sun to rise from the south. But someone can always try to live a life full of different mistakes and not the same ones.

Destiny, in a long run, is a different story.

Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da, Life Goes On..

I don’t remember exactly when but I already once thought of meeting myself. I don’t know if it really makes sense but I think it is kind of cool to actually handshake another you and then you’ll see what you really are just like how other people see you. This idea is in sane but I think it is a product of wanting to know my flaws and my forte from another view. I think that this can be like a good substitute to the famous genie wish of ‘time travel to the past’ because instead of replaying and fixing what you have done wrong, you’ll just understand what kind of person you really are and initiate which of your recklessness would you possibly do again. So having a conversation with yourself or hanging out with yourself (additional exaggeration) is quite a cool solution to think of if you are really up to the social life you would want to have. But guess what, I think the love I used to have with the so-called ‘impeccable social life’ with the definition of all the people liking me is now over.

I’ve realized that happiness isn’t judged by the number of audience you get for attention, the number of friends you hangout with during lunch breaks, the amount of comments and feedbacks you have on your facebook wall, the number of people who SMS you everyday, or the number of visitors you have on your myspace page. Being perfectly happy, if actually existed, is based on the times you’ve done something nice for your friend, for your loved one, or for yourself and not wanting anything in return. Now, I think that if my conscience is clean, if I am just being myself, if I can face life as my bitch and, most of all, if I can make other people’s life worth while or at least make other people smile then I guess I found out what happiness really is.

If you love the idea of all the people liking you because you are one hell of a teenage superstar in your world then I guess you need to get rid of your dark Chanel sunglasses because it is making you go blind.

Right now, I am happy with my outrageously crazy and challenging life. Furtado said that all good things happen to an end, I say please let me enjoy this moment.

Get Them Haters Out Your Circle

It is impossible not to react with lines such as “You’re a fag”, “You’re a big fat slut” or “Get a life”. The feedback we often offer to these is some sort of like “OMG hater, like errr”. But if there is no hate then love wouldn’t have his rival and that’s somehow boring. Last night, I felt like crying in the shower feeling the depression brought by a famous hater of mine and then a solution kind of hit me with a blagapak.

If there are no haters then there will be no criticisms. If there are no criticisms, there will be no personal improvement. If there is no personal improvement, your days would be like the heartbeat of a lifeless.

You can’t please everyone. Sometimes, you can’t even please someone. But if you’ll look at the bright side of hate, you’ll realize that what if all the haters relocate to Mars or somewhere then absolutely, life would be too cheesy. And if you are trying to live in a world expecting a confetti shower to every life event you are walking to then, I guess, you should find another world of your own.

Come on, who doesn’t hate? If everyone loves something or someone then it is a matter of fairness that everyone hates something or someone too. So don’t sit in the corner of your room crying like Taylor. Get up and think of this: If you are giving up a part of your life because of one, two or hundreds and thousands of haters then how would you give a time appreciating your lovers. If you can’t accept hate, then you don’t know what love is. And if you do not know what love is, then you have no right to hate.

So to you my dearest hater, for some reason you made me smile. Thanks for hating me because without you, I wouldn’t know how beautiful the type of person I am compared to you.

If I Had A Penis

If I had a penis, it would be bigger than his. I will not just tell the world the size it has but I’m going to be a real man to prove it. I am not going to flirt with another girl when I already have the one I should be loyal with. I will not hook up. I will not take advantage of a girl who likes/loves me. I will love a girl for who she is and not for what she has. I will look through her eyes and not her boobs. If I had a penis, I will respect her because any girl deserves it. I will not bring a girl to my house for a one night stand. If I had a penis, I will prove you that my purpose is more than just searching for lust.

But I do not have a penis, and I will never ever have one. It’s pretty easy to imagine but I only have my vagina to live sacred with until the moment I find the one; the one who would say “I love you” because he means it and not because he's trained to say so.