Fat? So what!

Well, I was hanging clothes to dry when one of my cousin’s shorts didn’t fit our hanger, as it keep on faling and falling. By no means he’s no fat guy, he’s just tall and big-boned.

Why the heck I am writing this entry? I couldn’t think of anything to write.

Actually, it doesn’t matter if you’re fat or not, what matters most is what your inside is all about. And that’s coming from a skinny guy who look past the physical appearance.

Well, I know that beauty is only skin deep. Looking good is just the beauty of appearance. It has nothing to do with the inside — personality, wit, character — because looks can deceive.

In my experience, there’s more to beauty than meets the eye. If ever, I wouldn’t care if my friends would stir up a controversy by asking me what did I see in the person I love. I’ll just reply back, what’s wrong with your eyes. Seriously, I think beauty is a product of love. When you’re in love, friends will say that you are blooming, hence, you’re beautiful.

I find it interesting that beauty has a lot of factors: weight, face, figure, color, etc. For me, it’s the little things. The flash of the eye, the sweetness of the smile, just to name a couple.

So, if you’re fat (or skinny, like me), just hold your head up high and forget about the stereotype that you ought to lose (or gain) a few pounds. Remember that beauty is in the eye of beholder.

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Karma

As I go through life, fixing my mistakes one at a time, I’ve learned a thing or two about Karma, and part of keeping good Karma is sharing it with others. I hope these notions help you as much as they’ve helped me.

Do good things and good things will happen to you. Do bad things and it will come back and bite you in the ass.

If you want a better life, you need to be a better person.

Bad luck might be contagious. It wouldn’t be fair to bring someone into your life until you clean yours up.

Never underestimate the power of confidence. And never underestimate fifteen beers, a little enlightenment, and the power of Rob Base and DJ Easy Rock.

A person needs a little rest after having his moustache tickled at a gay bar.

You have to do the hard things in life sooner or later.

If you want the reward, you have to do the work.

The secret to life is fixing all the bad things that you’ve done.

Whether picking up trash, returning stolen merchandise, or helping a homosexual find love, it always has the same reward… feeling good about yourself.

Karma. You got to love it.

I’m fortunate enough to watch the hit show My Name is Earl this afternoon. I’m actually hooked on the series watching it on cable but earlier, I used the DVD burned by my brother. He downloaded it on the internet, by the way.

2 hours have gone past on just 5 episodes but I didn’t notice it until “Sleep 1” appeared on our TV, meaning, one more minute before it actually turns off automatically, I set it to 120 minutes eh.

Anyway, watching it makes me want to be better — makes me want to believe more in karma. I’m not saying I’m like Earl who had done a lot of crazy things in the past, but I do have a fair share of them. Hopefully, I could still improve — what I consider now — my happy life.

Secrets of an addict

Let me tell you a skeleton in my closet. Swear you won’t get shocked, frightened or scared. Assure me you will empathize. Guarantee me you’ll still respect me.

Alright, drum roll please… I’m addicted to novels. I know you’re disappointed. You probably thought I’m going to drop a bomb just as loud as the one in Hiroshima.

I’m not really blurting out that I read books. Most people will be surprised, knowing that I do read, they’ll go, “Oh, really?” Yeah, really.

What do I mean of addict? Well, much like a druggie. I’m dependent on it. Before, I have stopped being a user because my sister hasn’t bought a new one for several months. That’s how hard it is in the past couple of years or so.

Still, that didn’t stop me from bringing back my fascination into reading. Currently, I’m leafing through the pages of Tuesdays with Morrie. I have read it for the nth time but I’m still reading it. That’s how much I love reading (see, I’ve said reading too much). In one sitting (well, more of a forty winks kind of thing), I dashed about more than half of it already. If I just didn’t use the computer now, it’s probably history.

Okay, I have another idiosyncrasy. Let’s do the drum roll again… I’m addicted to Coke. Nah, it’s not cocaine, Coke as in Coca-Cola.

Before, I gulp 12 oz. of soft drinks everyday. That was way back in high school. Now, I seldom pick up a bottle to slurp, once a week maybe. But that’s just it. My mom and my sisters told me that it’s bad for my health, but I don’t really see — even felt — that there’s any discomfort from drinking.

Well, I’m a changed man. It just counter-balanced my addiction.

Tres Marias

Yeah, I have three sisters. All are older than me. All are celebrating their birthday on November.

Thanks to them as I’ve learned a lot from them. Thank God, I’m not really in touch with my feminine side, it’s just that they taught me some things I would never forget nor regret.

The eldest of them is already 23. She’s working as a Civil Engineer. We’re not really close. She likes anime; I’m not really into it. She’s old but she’s like a kid as she installs some games in our PC and downloads what else, anime.

She has a boyfriend for so many years, they were already together way back in highschool and they are still going strong. That’s the only thing I like from her.

The second to the eldest taught me to read. I mean, she influnced me to read novels. It’s something I really treasure. I wasn’t really into reading way back in highschool, thankfully before going into college; she gave me A walk to remember on a boring vacation day. Then boom, I was hooked into reading. Next book I read was Tuesdays with Morrie. I’m a sucker for that kind of story — it’s actually a true story. Both of those book made me cry. Why? Well, I can somewhat relate to some of the events that happened, like promising someone you’ll keep in touch but you never did. Some really just got me right on, exactly at the center, like a bullseye. It’s red in color too, just like my heart.

My third sister was the closest to me. Emphasis on was. Well, when we were in highschool we talk alot about school, lovelife, etc. now, not much. She was busy during her college days and now busier in her job.

I miss the times when we joke about everything. I miss teasing her with her ex, her nose, her voice — everything possible thing I could think of that could get her irate. I also remember cracking a joke about my ex, saying it’s her fault that’s why we broke up, which actually, is not the case.

There are a couple of Marias too in our house, my grandmother and my mother.

My lola is so young at heart. When I was born she’s already there at my side, keeping up with my tantrums when I was a kid, catching up with my teenage woes up to now. Thanks for that.

Mama is really someone I look up to. She’s a bit moody but we can manage. She’s too emotional. One time, she cried because of my mistake and I made sure after that, that it will never happen again. I looked at her eyes during our rosary time and she was almost crying, teary-eyed to be exact, and I felt sad. It seems that the burdens she faced before was something she couldn’t bear. I wished I knew the problem but we don’t really talk about any sensitive issues.

There’s also another Maria. But I have to keep it to myself.

Oh well. See you all in the house.

Happy 4th of July!

For my American online friends.

It’s 5th here in the Philippines and it’s my brother’s birthday. He’s celebrating his 18 years of existence — in school. Just kidding. Well, he really have classes today but we’ll probably have a blast later in the evening here in our house. Just a simple eating-together suffice the “blast”.

Sorry for the lack of update due to hectic schedule at school. We have our feasibility study this semester and it sucks currently because my friend and I were sent packing to join a new group since there’s a memo that says there’s only 8 members per group and we were 10. It’s all good, though. We just need to think of a new product or service. Too bad, I can’t think of anything right now.

First day high

Summer has come and passed, the thought of school never lasts. Well, school time has just started. Yeah, it’s different here; we start our classes at June. And first day just took place yesterday.

I thought I’m going to be late as I left the house around 7:30 in the morning and my class starts at 9.

Got there at school pretty early, around 8:45 and saw my classmate before. We talked for quite a bit and then my peers came one by one. We got in the room and probably fell asleep or our minds went floating to different places, as the professor is somewhat boring. The class is literature and it would have been much fun if the teacher is lively but it’s still too early to judge.

The next class was Constructive Accounting. The professor is quite young and seems like a good one. He specializes in auditing and tax, it’s his first time to teach Constructive Accounting so it might be a problem.

After that, we had our lunch to the usual place and went to the mall as soon as we finished our meal. We roam for quite a bit and my legs got stressed out early. We went to a videoke/karaoke room and they sung their hearts out. I really have a terrible voice so I participate just a little. We finished singing and went back to school for our last two classes.

Next on our schedule at 3 in the afternoon was Speech. The professor is funny and really good at speaking (duh). Well, I’m looking forward to the subject since I’m not really good at oral communication. He introduced himself and we all had our turns to do the same. Before I was called, he asked us if he could ask us personal questions, like boyfriend/girlfriend, virginity, etc. So, when it was my turn my friends teased me about the virginity thing. The prof got amused, asking how in the hell did she know (one of my closest friend) that I’m not a virgin anymore. But he leaved it at that. What’s wrong if I’m not a virgin? The other two was asked if they’re still a virgin, both said yes but that’s nothing to me.

Our last class went fast as the professor didn’t attend and we went home early.

So, that cap off a very long first day. Whew.

Me, my brother & basketball

Things we share in common: Name, School (he's back to school after a year of stoppage), Room, Computer, Shirts (even though he's on a chubbier side), Shoes and Sports. Basketball is one of them.

When we were young, pre-teen phase, we always play basketball. Be it in the garage or outside the streets. Thankfully, our coach before found our house and recruited us.

I remember vaguely the size of the opponents, Goliath. Poor little David, we end up mostly on the bench. If not, we'll play the last few seconds/minutes when their lead is blown up in the heavens.

We knew that our time would come. Just a little practice here. Just a little practice there. And then it came.

A few years later after warming the bench for quite some time, we ended up in a good position. We have a championship caliber team. Too bad, it's just in mosquito division. Players should be 11 years old or younger. The starting five is pretty set. We're both the starting guards.

Our first game was forgettable. We were beaten black and blue by Purok 8 (Purok is defined somewhat as a designated area here in our village. There are 11 Puroks overall. We're Purok 10, by the way). If I can remember correctly, when we were running down the court, one of their players muttered while sheepishly pushing me, "Get out of the way!". With my skinny frame, I just let it go.

Coach knew we had the potential to go all the way. We practiced during mornings. We learned how the 2-3 zone works and that's really something. Defense is far more important than offense that's what he told us. Well, it is. As you can get the ball rolling in the offense once you've settled in.

The next games we've won with ease. Then playoffs came. We cruised the first round and went to the Finals. Guess our opponent? You got it right, it's Purok 8. Well, our first and last game that year is pretty much the same. So, we lost. That's pretty much the closest we got to a championship up to now.

Oh well.

Before handing out the awards after a few days, our coach told my brother that he's going to be named the Mythical Five. Good for him. The awards night came, he even scored the games of the night while I was sitting at home playing Heroes of Might and Magic. It was late that's why I went to the court to check on him. The announcer called the Mythical Five one by one. His fourth call, "From Purok 10, Patrick…." I was there amidst the crowd. They doesn't know me. The one who pushed me the first game, even pointed out my brother, as they were in the court. But I went up the stage to get the medal and a much-needed boost of confidence.

It was good getting the recognition. It was ugly seeing my brother disappointed. While we were walking home, he's way ahead of me. When we got home, he remained quiet while my housemates tease him. I just laughed it off, as it's just a stupid medal.

Right now, it just became a running joke in our house. Especially to the two of us.

Well, basketball came to mind when I watched Glory Road awhile ago. I missed him when we're watching DVD together. I miss his quirky inquiries, unstoppable questions and every little bit of his silliness.

I hope he'll come back soon. Well, he will in a week.