Stress and distress is a choice.

There's no point sulking about it really. In ME, we are trained to simply move on. Today, I chose to de-stress rather than wallow in patheticness. Have you seen my new hair yet? :">

Stress is measured by cups of coffee...

...and her owkay's and olrayt's! @.@

Trash List: Books

1. Anything war/violence related or even books that were written during times of war. I’m not a warfreak. I don’t either have the empathy for war related drama because I don’t know and hopefully, I will never know how it feels like.

2. Something overly sentimental and melodramatic. The hell I care!

3. Chick Lit/Romantic Comedies and everything else in the middle. K. I used to love it in some point of my life but not now. Pfft! Like that’s so yesterday! I’m being as anti-philocentric as possible. (I stand corrected. anti-erocentric is the more appropriate term but what the hell! It’s established. Well, at least for me and my blog.)

4. Something inspirational, philosophical and way too deep. Some classics that are out of the present context go here too. (ergo, Pride and Prejudice isn’t in this list) Not that I totally abhor this genre. This is the best one in this list. But this isn’t exactly the kind of books I want to read when I want to unwind, relax and be entertained.

5. Historical/Mythological books. Interesting but not my thing.

6. Anything magical/fantastical/fairy-tale like that are too obvious to be labeled fiction.

7. Action/Horror/Suspense. So blah! :|

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The same goes with movies and series. Too cynical, yes?

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Current unfinished book:  

Life is Elsewhere by Milan Kundera

Like duh! It's Kundera. Enough said. :))

Self-Consolation II

Inspiration is from within...

...not from a crush nor a quatro dream.

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Photo Credits: WeHeartIt

Self-Consolation

Weariness is temporary

forgotten after a sweet slumber.

While glory lasts forever

unperturbed even by our ends.

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Photo: WeHeartIt

Of Illusions, Delusions and Profound Conclusions

Call me a megalomaniac, but ever since I was a kid, I have always known that I will be great. I don’t know what great thing I’ll do yet but I just know it. I won’t be the typical successful Ateneo ME graduate. [HAHAHAHAHA! FEELING!!!] Hell no!

Hmm? I don’t want to be remembered and known by the mainstream crowd. At least not yet in my  lifetime. I want to be the visionary genius that only the people in my field know. I just want to be an accomplished, free, well-traveled and pioneering genius in the coming years.

I will live in a Parisian inspired penthouse in Makati or the Fort. I will have an in-house British butler, professional chef and nice maid with a crisp-suited lady driver in charge of my black Audi. My architecturally acclaimed company building will just be accross the street. I will be the President/CEO/founder of a pioneering and revolutionary company. But hey, that’s just my temporary life. Haha!

Most of the time, I’ll be traveling the world, boho style! I am a free soul. I can take care of myself. I will spend my typical afternoon shopping or making business deals then chilling in a cozy non-mainstream cafe like this.

No one will win my heart. I’m completely okay on my own. But occasionally, I will have a temporary crush on a hot Italian guy on the other corner of the cafe. He will make up a lame excuse to talk to me. But we’ll talk till the cafe closes anyway. Then we part. No strings attached.

Those little encounters will be the closest thing I’ll ever have to a relationship. I just don’t imagine myself having a boyfriend. Not that I know how it is. It’s just that it’s an obstruction to a perfectly sane mind that will conquer the world.

After getting an honorary PhD for economics in Oxford or Yale, I will be the governor of the Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas. My fiscal policies and strategies will make the Philippines the fastest growing first world country. The Philippines will be a center for trade and industry. All the other countries will kneel down as they honor the greatness that is the Philippines.

After my term, I will be commisioned to organize the Department for Arts and Development. I will be the first ever Chief of the Arts. Every street, building, park and corner of the Philippines will be architecturally and artistically superior. A large pool of exemplary architectures and engineers under my supervision will recreate the Philippines and make it a piece of art that will go down in history. These developments will develop and spoil the Filipinos’ penchant for the arts. The Filipinos will be known as the lovers of art. Everything from our fashion, words, food, lifestyle and ideas will be more than poetic.

These accomplishments will unanimously make me the Kofi Annan of the UN. The world will then be a more peaceful, artistic, environmentally-safe and developed place. I will influence world leaders to think ahead without sacrificing the arts and most importantly, the soul. The world will be free of poverty, oppression and hatred. Ignorance and adherence to the mainstream culture will be grounds for imprisonment.

I would have done all these by 35. I will then spend the rest of my life jet-setting, indulging in my passions and living the good life. I will stop working and instead be supported by my ever trusty trust fund and my effortless investments. I’ll just laze around, read a good book, make great music and design a revolutionary fashion line, AfterCoco.

Then one nice summery afternoon in a cozy cafe in Santorini, I spot a Joseph Gordon-Levitt look-alike with nice messy waves. His hands are behind him as he motions towards me. What could he be possibly hiding? An exquisite bouquet of tulips perhaps? In a split second, he reveals a gun and shoots me in the head.

The kick wakes me up. I detach the sedative tube and look for my totem. It keeps on spinning for three minutes. And then it loses its balance and falls.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You seriously think I’d make this whole thing mainstream by inserting a hint of romance in the end? You are bloody wrong! It would destroy the whole point of this essay. Not that it has any point, really. I should be doing something else.

Welcome to my delusional world! Can't wait for my next posts? You can read my former blog here.