In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life:
it goes on.
― Robert Frost
Reading between the lines
After having been an avid blogger for almost four years now, I have learned a lot. Before, I just blogged everything. As in literally, everything. I blogged every single detail, even my worst reactions in different things (which later on I have realized as eye-sores to blog readers). As I have grown up, I guess I have developed that sense of responsibility as a blogger wherein, yes, I show the real me, yet, I still keep a value of privacy.
Indeed, I am one of the most transparent persons one could ever meet. What you see is what you get, and I so damn hate pretensions. I mean, what for? In the end, you have to get into your feet and be who you really are, and not what others want you to be, or what you wish actually wish to be. You are you, and that’s all you have to handle.
But for whatever reason, I find it disturbing whenever I get to visit blogs wherein the blogger tries to conceal persons through code names yet the whole story is detailed, from the history to whatever might happen in the future. Seriously, do they really think no one could actually decode those enigmatic characters? I admit that before, I used to be like that. But as I get to read other blogs, and as I have become a more responsible blogger (well, I guess so), I realized that it’s definitely not a good blogging manner. Yes, we blog to express ourselves and not to impress people, but of course, one should not only blog because they want the whole world to know what they’d been up to, but also, to actually train themselves to become better individuals - from the words that they use up to the events of their lives that they post. Not that I am already a professional blogger, but I really am just a conservative one.
I know a lot of bloggers who just say what they want to say, without actually screening their entries. Not that it’s pretending once you choose what you post, but dear, this one’s a public nook. The most unexpected things happen in the cyber world. I just want you to actually open up your eyes and realize that you must observe prudence. If you can’t, or if you do not want to, then better be ready to face the consequences in the future. When you blog, you take risks. 90% of the people in here can’t actually be trusted. :)
To end, I just want to say, think before you write. Be careful of what you blog. Many people can read between the lines.
A Concerned Blogger <3
How can you love someone if you are afraid? You need only courage to follow your heart. :)
John Alfred Bautista Danao (28 Mar. 2012 05:35 AM)
He’s right, isn’t he? (: #ThatAdvice
Change is the only constant thing on Earth. Really.
I know someone who used to be a Catholic. Now, he’s already an
And yeah, this someone just told me that he has already been an Atheist for almost two years. Due to influences by colleagues and books, he has finally diverted himself from a Catholic to an Atheist. I expected this person to change, indeed, but not in that sense.
With the news that I’ve just heard straight from him, I realized that a lot of things would come to challenge one’s faith. As for me, I am more devoted to GOD now than before, and I guess my faith will even get stronger as I grow older.
GOD had given me so much reasons to believe in Him. Losing my faith would be such a shame, so never would I.
And I’ll just include him in my prayer, since I guess he doesn’t pray anymore. *sighs*
*image by Realistic Imaginations (through Google Images)
I tweeted that last Tuesday afternoon. And you know what? Good thing I didn’t bother to really do it. LOL. :)))) When I checked the replies to that tweet, I received a lot of responses asking why and telling me not to do it. I REALLY WON’T, OKAY? ;)
The other day, I really felt so down. I was like, oh-my, this isn’t me. I don’t own these grades - but the sad reality was, those were my grades. Do I deserve them? Partly yes, partly no. I did cry, but I stopped right away. Not because I didn’t want to show my weakness to other people, but because I knew there were others who were in deeper dilemma than I was. I was only worried if I’d maintain my good standing status or not, while others were already in pain because they got failing marks. I was only worried if my parents would get mad or not, while others were already thinking of how could they finance their studies in case they’d be paying students for the next semester. Why bother to cry, right? Besides, a lot of friends were cheering me up!
For the record, I guess I won’t lose my GS status. :) Thank GOD! It’s already a miracle for me, really. I already told my Mom that I might pay my tuition for the next semester but luckily, even though I still have two class cards that I haven’t received yet, I can feel that I’d still be able to make it as a GS student. I don’t think that I’ll get a grade lower than 2.25 on Oblicon and Socio, well, at least!
I really thank all those people who cheered me up and included me in their prayers especially Gigi, Degu, Edward and Joben. Actually, when I told my Mom about the possibility that I’d lose my GS status, I thought she’d get mad. Thank GOD she didn’t.
And yeah, of course I won’t forget to give thanks to the GREATEST of them all - GOD! To GOD be the glory!
Know what? I feel like I’m really destined to be here and GOD really reserved this place for me. I may not have much wit in accounting unlike the others, but I guess I have much blessings from HIM that made me stay here. And if there’s a battle of fighting spirits, I swear I’d win - mine’s too strong. ;))
Good vibes for my two remaining class cards! I know GOD will be good. :) HE never failed to amaze me with his miracles, and I know this time, He’d amuse me again. I know I don’t deserve these blessings but still, He keeps on giving them to me because He really loves me.
Good thing, distractions are already gone, and if they come back, I won’t let them ruin my life again. I can definitely offer all of my life to GOD now because I’ve already eliminated the things that did nothing good to me and be dedicated to my studies because I’ve already learned by lesson. I’ll be back to the real me. Indeed, an opportunity loss is a loss forever - I lost my opportunity to prove myself for this semester, but promise, I won’t let another opportunity of proving my worth on this spot pass again.
The semester’s done - no undo’s. Those grades may be called eye sores to my Transcript of Records but I believe that one’s ToR doesn’t really determine what s/he knows and what s/he can achieve. In fact, the best things learned aren’t really recorded - THEY ARE ENGRAVED IN THE HEART AND NOT EVEN ALZHEIMER’S DISEASE COULD ERASE THEM FROM ONE’S MEMORY.
In GOD’s precious time, I’LL SHINE. :)
Eighteen days ago, I’ve had my heart badly broken for the first time. No, he’s not my first love. He’s not my first boyfriend either; but he was the very first one who ever made me see and feel a lot of things, and made me do a lot of stupid acts just to satisfy his demands and make the relationship work, even though obviously it was already leading to nowhere.
He made the best liar out of me. I had been a great pretender. I did a lot of crazy things I never thought I’d do. I took a lot of risks, not minding how I’d be suffering the consequences in the future. I had been somebody else. I was him. For whatever reasons, my world revolved around him and it was like he was the only guy on earth. I must say, he had been my world.
I saw a different me. I saw no one but him. I surrendered myself to him, not realizing that my heart had been too blind to feel that I had already been fooled and cheated on. My heart had been used.
It was painful, but what makes it really hard is not the pain itself, but the act of pretending that I’m effin’ alright. I had to stop the tears from falling because I can’t afford to explain everything to everyone. I may have told the story, but the emotions behind the tale? No way. Who cares anyway? I mean, I know my friends would understand, but I don’t want to be a burden to them, so I just had to act as if nothing happened.
Seeing him along the corridors is a torture. Not because I want him back (I mean hey, I’m done with my deep slumber!), but because it’s hard to treat someone as a stranger when once in your life, that person owned a big part of your heart. Sad to say, for the moment, I can’t even treat him as an acquaintance.
At first I felt anger and pain - and it really felt like hell. But GOD is so good - the Holy Gospel last Sunday was about forgiveness, and I realized that I really must forgive him, because anger is equivalent to stress, and I don’t want to look old easily just because of him. :))
I really just have to accept that in life, shit exists and shit happens. Life is a matter of acceptance, and pain will always be a part of it.
Time will heal all wounds. Forgiveness is a process, and it begins with eliminating bitterness. So how do you sweeten bitterness? Of course you must have a sweetener. ;)
PLM. BS Accountancy.
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