Things happened. Ugly things. Terrible things. Things that destroyed some parts of me that I thought would be irreparable. I was trapped in fear that I myself raised, fed and kept. I've housed a lot of bads that there wasn't enough space to keep a good stay long. When's the traffic light going to go red? I watched The Secret and it did. It makes you wanna throw all the baggages out the window (they aren't LV's anyway). Live lighter. Happier. I've never felt so powerful. So connected and so... here. There were flashbacks about how I created the life I'm living now and how I thought about it and how I wanted it to happen.
Thoughts become things.
When I was a kid I would often visualize dancing at a club with a what-the-hell-are-you-wearing outfit and meeting all the people that matter. I wanted to see myself on TV and be featured in a magazine. I've always wanted to live alone and have a view of a city skyline. Drive my own car and everyday that I used the PC I crave for Mac even more. Hey, they're all here.
I still feel weird about when someone from the movie asked to look at the hand and that it's actually see-through because it's energy and that we're all connected. It seemed a little bit k-hole-ish to me. Ngek.
This isn't just a high that goes away after a couple of hours. I think it isn't, so it really isn't.
Thoughts become things.
When I was a kid I would often visualize dancing at a club with a what-the-hell-are-you-wearing outfit and meeting all the people that matter. I wanted to see myself on TV and be featured in a magazine. I've always wanted to live alone and have a view of a city skyline. Drive my own car and everyday that I used the PC I crave for Mac even more. Hey, they're all here.
I still feel weird about when someone from the movie asked to look at the hand and that it's actually see-through because it's energy and that we're all connected. It seemed a little bit k-hole-ish to me. Ngek.
This isn't just a high that goes away after a couple of hours. I think it isn't, so it really isn't.
This is going to be hard coming from a major prophet of doom like me. I mean from a former major prophet of doom. And it's not going to be hard. See, I'm working on it. :P Positive thinking never sounded appealing till today.
Being passionate about complaining how your day's turning ugly means your sending bad vibes out into the universe that will find the same negative energy to bring back to you so you can have more things to complain about.
In other words, mga bakla makinig: pag kinarir mo ang BV, pipitik ka. haha!
For me to get the bads out I need to focus on the things that make me feel good. Feeling good attracts good things. Feeling bad attracts bad things and when you respond badly more bads come. Seriously, it's not as easy as it sounds. Like instead of making fun of people with bad styling I'd rather kalkal the true beauty within. Apparently, it's not as fun too.
"Hintayin mo lang... I will change the world"
I don't know how many times I said this to people. I don't know how. I don't know when. I don't know with what. I don't know through what. I just know I would. I feel it. Strongly.
I used to picture myself being interviewed by Oprah. I used to imagine being watched by billions of people as I receive my first Oscar or Grammy wearing something really, really expensive. I still sing in front of a full length mirror with a remote control or a brush in one hand. And I still want to be on TV. I want to save animals. I want to save my country. I want to be on a magazine cover.
And while I wait for these things to happen, I'm working for another DREAM--
to wear the white coat and help save lives.
Being passionate about complaining how your day's turning ugly means your sending bad vibes out into the universe that will find the same negative energy to bring back to you so you can have more things to complain about.
In other words, mga bakla makinig: pag kinarir mo ang BV, pipitik ka. haha!
For me to get the bads out I need to focus on the things that make me feel good. Feeling good attracts good things. Feeling bad attracts bad things and when you respond badly more bads come. Seriously, it's not as easy as it sounds. Like instead of making fun of people with bad styling I'd rather kalkal the true beauty within. Apparently, it's not as fun too.
"Hintayin mo lang... I will change the world"
I don't know how many times I said this to people. I don't know how. I don't know when. I don't know with what. I don't know through what. I just know I would. I feel it. Strongly.
I used to picture myself being interviewed by Oprah. I used to imagine being watched by billions of people as I receive my first Oscar or Grammy wearing something really, really expensive. I still sing in front of a full length mirror with a remote control or a brush in one hand. And I still want to be on TV. I want to save animals. I want to save my country. I want to be on a magazine cover.
And while I wait for these things to happen, I'm working for another DREAM--
to wear the white coat and help save lives.
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I'm gonna start being grateful about everything and pen down things I feel good about. The world (or fans) awaits.
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