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People Complications

I always thought that life is one big ball of complications. Then, as I got older, my life’s perspective changed as a product of “maturity”.

Life is simple. It’s people that makes it complicated.

As each individual evolve and grow up, their desires become more complex. It’s an evolutionary eventuality.

Digging from my not-so-stellar experience, I remember wanting simple things.

I desire simplicity. 

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Be The Special Brick In The Wall

Try as I might, I can’t shake it off. I’m having a bad case of LSS (Last Song Syndrome).

This started a few hours ago when I went through some of my records to decide which album would be my soundtrack for the day. While riffling through the stack, I unconsciously popped my copy of the The Faculty OST. It’s been a long time since I played it – I realized – when the familiar notes drifted from my player and Alice in Chain’s Layne Staley’s voice crooned . . .

We don’t need no education.

We don’t need no thought control.

Class of 99’s rendition of the Pink Floyd original brought back memories of the past and the debilitating fact that almost made me catatonic. Like everyone else in the universe, I’ve become just another brick in the wall.

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For The Love of Chocolates and Anything Sweet

A few days ago, a seemingly innocuous celebration was held. It was World’s Chocolate Day! Just a mere couple of days before the much-marketed Valentine’s Day celebration. 


Oh . . . the delightful imaginings of someone with appetites leaning towards the sweet and sinful . . . I could go on and on, rhapsodizing the once used currency by the ancient Mayans. That’s how valuable chocolate was before the world of Willy Wonka became synonymous to chocoholic heaven.

And since tomorrow is the hearts, flowers and stuffed animals day, I would like to share the reasons behind my love/hate relationship with chocolates and related desserts.

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To Be Sincere or Not To Be Sincere

Is saying “I’m sorry” enough to convey empathy and sympathy? 

Going through a tough and very debilitating event in my life so far, I often wonder if those two – or rather 3, considering I’m is a contraction of I am – words are enough to really let the other person know you feel what they feel.

Then, a supplementary questions leaps up inside my head. Are those I’m sorries sincere?

Do we really empathize when emphatic words come out of our mouths automatically?

Perhaps people tend to just blurt out such customary remarks when faced with that situation because it is expected of them. It is the norm and therefore people should follow it even if their hearts are not really into it, which in a way is sad because it only means that the level of empathy people feel nowadays is slowly diminishing. It is replaced by auto-responders that the recipient of said emphatic words feel bad about after a moment of analyzing it.

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The Dying Game

We are all players in this game called life.

Life is a game that has so many rules to follow but only one that really speaks for what living is all about – the golden rule.

I have always believed the power to move people behind the words; Do unto others what you want others do unto you.These simple words can make wonders if only people will follow it. This saying may have been found as the basis of the concept of the karmic cycle, but either way, living life should be correspondent to the ultimate impression you want to leave behind.

My goal is to have at least one person to shed genuine tears of loss when I pass away.

There are two deaths in my family recently. My father died on October 7 of heart failure and a granduncle on October 10 of multiple injuries sustained from a circumstantial event. The recent losses took a sorrowful toll on the lives and loves that both men have left behind. I immediately imagined them reunited in the afterlife together with the others who had died before, attending a banquet with an impressive spread of food that they cannot indulge while they were still alive. I imagined them drinking the finest bourbon and reminiscing the memories they had of a life that passed by. I imagined them at peace.

This made me think.

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