Fantasy / Reality

Sometimes its really hard to imagine... Is there a line that borders reality and fantasy? Are they two opposing realms or are they just there complementing each other? From what I know the only way to check if its real is to feel it or see it or, in general, sense it. Anything that you're not sensing is part of a fantasy.

Now here's the thing about love: when can you say that it is in fact just a fantasy or if its real? I have thought about this one a lot of times recently. Well, love is something that you feel and something that you want a person to feel. So what is that thin line between it, then? The key word is: feel. I should say that you may tell another person that you love her. Your feelings maybe real for you but not for her. You maybe just faking it because you wanted something from that girl like physical satisfaction of some sort. If its fake then it's just a fantasy. A guy's fantasy maybe a girl's reality. This is very possible. But there is an ideal thing where a guy's love is being reciprocated and both of them are in a single magical reality that both of them have created for themselves. This one is real even if it would seem to an outside eye as something crazy, stupid and fancy.

So if you see a couple somewhere and they are both so in-love, do not judge them. It might be that you are trampling on their magical reality.

Some Love Notes

This is mush and you wouldn't believe me if I say I sent this to someone I love today. It's a great feeling to love somebody.

i love you and i want to live forever loving you
i want to be forever young for you
and if we really grew old
we'll grow old loving each other

It's an aftershock musing at the lyrics of Alphaville, a song called Forever Young. I love that song. It makes me believe that I could actually be forever young and live forever loving that special someone.

Prose: definitely better

I think I should stop writing about something just to make people think I'm capable enough to write stuff. I am not a writer for one. I don't even know what I'm doing here blogging. The previous blog was composed of simple words, because those are easier to read. I like it when people use simple words. What I know is that each of these blogs have their own stories that needs to be read. And I have my fair share of stories and ideas as well, so might as well write.

So why do people write about them? A whole lot of reasons, I dont even know. The joy of having a site available to everybody. Sharing experiences both good and bad, popular ones and some that are most hilarious. Simply having a place of your own on this virtual kind of world. Making your way towards a goal. Letting others know what you think and feel about something.

I say prose is freedom. It is the very backbone of our society or at least of the society I belong. Let people know that there is a voice somewhere on the deep recesses of this realm.

Little boy blue, come blow your horn... Enough of this already.

Haikus

A sweet soft voice in my ears.
Whispering love thoughts,
If then when will you be mine?

The sweetness of your first kiss.
When can I hold you,
And say How much I love you?

Let us soar up in the skies.
Can I embrace you,
Forever till the world ends?

Message in a bottle

This is a repost from Thursday September 22, 2005 blog at http://360.yahoo.com/jambatiquin

I have been re-aranging the room and did some cleaning as well. I've encountered a lot of rubbish. Put them on a bin. One of the scratch papers read:

• Go for someone who makes you smile ' cause only a smile makes a dark day seem bright. Hope you find that person.
• The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves and not to twist them w/ our own image - otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.'
• It hurts to love someone & not be loved in return. But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
• There are things you'd love to hear, but you would never hear it from the person you would like to hear from, but don't be deaf to hear it from the person who says it w/ his heart.
  I realized it was my big sister's handwriting and thought of how much these things mean/meant to her. So I posted it here hoping this would find its way through.

I realized it was my big sister's handwriting and thought of how much these things mean/meant to her. So I posted it here hoping this would find its way through.

Another piece of crap

What is crap anyways? Crap is anything that's stinky! It's the stuff of all ages. Everybody knows what it is even before history began.. history, huh. It could be your recent ugly encounter. It could be your recent amazing moment. It could be your happiest times of the day. It could be anything special and extraordinary. Yes, it stinks because it's the stuff that you smell even if it's not worth smelling or read even if it's not worth reading.

It's anything mush and anything about nothing! It is a mix of all the things you digest and excrete. It's anything that comes out of you. Anything that was originally comming in, was ingested and now is wanting to come out.

If there's anything more stupid, funnier, crazier and anything at all that you could think of other than all that I have said here, watch out for those they might be crap!

Living an Ordinary Life

It's Sunday and I haven't gone to church since a century ago. I dont even care. I always tell my cousin Mitch that she would and should always go to church to fix her life. That is her favorite pastime now, fixing her life. It all just happend for her. She got a fight with her boyfriend. Then she got an indefinite suspension, then a termination after that. Her boyfriend brokeup with her for good and now she's waking up every morning just to convince herself that he and she were not meant to be. It's a really sad story. If only merely going to church could fix that, then it should have been easier.

I should make post about anything and everything good that has happend to me within the last few days..







Not much really, just living ordinary days. Who says living an ordinary life is not worth blogging? Hell, yes. How ordinary could it get. I dont know, routine stuff like waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Leaving the towel spread wet on the bed after taking a bath. Putting worn clothes anywhere where there is space. Smelling fresh clothes before wearing it (you should try it sometimes its definitely one of those things better than sex). Trying and fitting old shoes and matching it. Putting-on my jacket, helmet, gloves riding my scooter to work. Taking my first call, second call, third and so on. Having my yosi breaks and lunch at certain wierd intervals. Sometimes hanging around with some friends and then going home. At some other times I would drop by an internet cafe near our place to check a few internet stuff. Watch some TV, read my book-of-the-day-that-never-ends, eat afternoon snacks and the day is almost done. A few more musing at my old school radio checking on the most recent pop or jam hits, texting friends then going to bed.

First Load of Crap

Let's face it most blogs are full of crap! They wouldn't be interesting enough if they are not crap. It wouldn't really hurt that much if I have my own additions to them. It's 12:45 am and yes it's still a bit early for a bad day. This damn body is not able to move. This head hurts. These eyes wont even open up. I have the signs and symptoms of a highly motivated employee trying to get his butt up early for work. Shift starts at 2:00 am, and did I mention I am a call center agent. Yes I work for a lame high speed internet service provider in the U.S. but I'm located here in the Philippines. You already know what kind of work I have.

This is what ticks me off: no matter how hard you try to make it sound palatable (technical support and customer care representative) its still the same kind of crap. You still wipe people's asses and that's a fact. The more years you spend wiping people's asses the tougher you're supposed to get but what actually happens is that the more you wipe their asses the fouler it gets everyday. This is what I learned on my 2 years experience working in this industry.

Maybe I'm just exaggerating maybe I’m not. But frankly if you're human you could already smell the stink if you were in my place. I have nothing against call center agents in general but rather the nature of the job in itself. If it were not for the name of the company I'm working with I will not be staying here for this long... But for whatever it is stinking for I'm sure I could still stand it a little more.