Pornography of My Inner Universe
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Imperfections

By Wild Ice
Nobody's perfect and even if we would create an ideal perfect somebody (lover, friend or a mere sorbetero), still there isn't really that person whom we could proclaim "perfect".
I had this thought bothering my mind for the last few months when I had been evaluating and discovering qualities from people I know. There are those friends whom I thought have the same qualities as I do---those who think almost the same way as I do. Then I ended up noticing that even they eat their own words even if they criticize other people.
Then I also know this person with whom I talk about almost everything (and I mean everything)---even my deepest thoughts and philosophies about life and he would be so good in listening and saying his own side about the topic. It turns out that now that person is soooo consumed with material things, one of the qualities we have discussed before and which he also hated BEFORE. Just a few hours ago I declared that he is mega materialistic and close-minded.
Then I know this another person whom I thought is sooo deep when all of a sudden I notice that he has this FAKE side and that he gets soo naive by thinking he could fool us when actually, I was TECHNICALLY and SCIENTIFICALLY aware that he was merely creating his OWN GHOST LITERALLY. Excuse me, Sir, but, I'm not that dumb enough to know how a tape recorder functions.
There are many incidents in which I get turned off by the characteristics of some of the people I know. Even the people I thought are worth the respect would turn out to be a little bent and silly. Even the people whom I thought have a good view about some concepts would turn out to be people who eat their words (unconsciously and/or not) or people who still have those insufficient considerations about some topics.
And then I declared to myself: Anyone can have his or her own share of imperfections. We cannot look for a person which fits our ideals in a hundred percent. Nobody can be perfect. Somehow, we have to take into consideration that each of us still make mistakes and that all of us has his or her own flaws.
If there are flaws which should not be tolerated, then it's up to us to make action for it (tell your friend that his ideas are wrong, or tell your lover that her being too emotional doesn't help both of you, or tell the sorbetero that his scoop is way too little and that he should also wash his hands when he sells ice cream). But whatever we do, somehow, what keeps this world balanced is imperfection itself.
 

Imperfections

By Wild Ice
Nobody's perfect and even if we would create an ideal perfect somebody (lover, friend or a mere sorbetero), still there isn't really that person whom we could proclaim "perfect".
I had this thought bothering my mind for the last few months when I had been evaluating and discovering qualities from people I know. There are those friends whom I thought have the same qualities as I do---those who think almost the same way as I do. Then I ended up noticing that even they eat their own words even if they criticize other people.
Then I also know this person with whom I talk about almost everything (and I mean everything)---even my deepest thoughts and philosophies about life and he would be so good in listening and saying his own side about the topic. It turns out that now that person is soooo consumed with material things, one of the qualities we have discussed before and which he also hated BEFORE. Just a few hours ago I declared that he is mega materialistic and close-minded.
Then I know this another person whom I thought is sooo deep when all of a sudden I notice that he has this FAKE side and that he gets soo naive by thinking he could fool us when actually, I was TECHNICALLY and SCIENTIFICALLY aware that he was merely creating his OWN GHOST LITERALLY. Excuse me, Sir, but, I'm not that dumb enough to know how a tape recorder functions.
There are many incidents in which I get turned off by the characteristics of some of the people I know. Even the people I thought are worth the respect would turn out to be a little bent and silly. Even the people whom I thought have a good view about some concepts would turn out to be people who eat their words (unconsciously and/or not) or people who still have those insufficient considerations about some topics.
And then I declared to myself: Anyone can have his or her own share of imperfections. We cannot look for a person which fits our ideals in a hundred percent. Nobody can be perfect. Somehow, we have to take into consideration that each of us still make mistakes and that all of us has his or her own flaws.
If there are flaws which should not be tolerated, then it's up to us to make action for it (tell your friend that his ideas are wrong, or tell your lover that her being too emotional doesn't help both of you, or tell the sorbetero that his scoop is way too little and that he should also wash his hands when he sells ice cream). But whatever we do, somehow, what keeps this world balanced is imperfection itself.
 

Staying Connected

By Wild Ice
All of a sudden, each of us was already planning about our future; Where we will be; how we will be; what we will be. In just a snap, I'm already a graduate, among the thousands of seniors in that qudrangle that evening. But which was more torturing: The oh-so-loooong graduation night or the oh-so-looong years of, well, struggling?
Being a sophomore and meeting up the people I would be spending for three years, I was trying to read up their characteristics and at first I thought I was lost in a place where people were not much interesting. But I didn't know that as time went by, the class was filled with a fascinating kaleidoscope of characters who exposed themselves in each of his and her own way.
Bonds tightened with the camps (with the storm and mud as part of the struggles) and plays we had to do. The groupings were well synchronized---each of us were able to communicate with other beings and soon after, we were able to confirm each other in our multiply and friendster accounts as FRIENDS.
Third year in the university, second year together, our class met The Terror. Then we started sliding down the rollercoaster by seeing each of our weaknesses, by the daily anguish, and the late night tasks caused by this evil carrier of mischief (don't tell HER I said this---hahaha!!!). Even as the storm hit the towns, nobody stopped from working on that damned project (a collection) we had to pass. I'm telling you there were hell lots of times we were bombarded by shouts, yells, and whips of angry tongue in the class. And it was amazing to find out that one thing made us unite: We prayed. (Seriously.. We were praying as if a missile is about to hit our classroom)
We became immune the next year and we went on doing what we can do: to TRY. Everything was in a hurry. And then suddenly we were there being called by one of our favorite professor onstage.
There were overnights... Working on a project.
Parties... Birthday songs were sung.
Tears... Conflicts between friends... Reconciliation...
Issues were raised.. Issues ended... Cats were biting (hahaha!! I just had to add that one up!!!)... You see your friend for the first time not well-dressed.. You see your friend drunk for the first time... You see you friend so glamorous for the first time... You see all of them rushing for the attendance on one moment and next they shall be rushing for a photo opportunity (trademark of our section!!!)... You see your friends laugh, cry, scowl, get embarassed.... You see them everyday..
Then you see them wearing their togas...
Then you see them in the review for the Licensure Exam...
Then you might not see some of them anymore.. We start living our separate lives again... It's not that it ends there.. We just move on... Yet, I bet nobody wants to lose communication... So the friendship extends...
You see them once more... and more.. ^_^

Congrats classmates!!!
 

My Part and Your Part

By Wild Ice
Okay. I admit. I've done the bigger damage in the argument that just happened a few days ago. Yes, it was also my fault: I always lose my temper that I start to go ballistic with everything and my wild side erupts non-stop that I even miss some stuff to consider.
I should've not let my temper control me... My anger had always been my weakness... I'm that type of person who easily loses patience. And you can agree with me, ladies and gentlemen, that it's not healthy and that I need to change that part of me.
So, even if those 'people' would not forgive me, I just want to say I'm sorry for that (Gloria Arroyo mode---but in a more truthful manner). I forgot to consider some other stuff because I was deaf with my own noise caused by the hyperventilating anger. I AM SO SORRY.
Yet, I'm hoping that YOU realize YOUR OWN MISTAKES. The fact that YOU had been showing that YOU ARE (SOME SORT) of a detractor of our relationship was just too much to bear anymore. And please put it into mind that even Joshua is getting hurt of the things that you do considering the fact that both of YOU are so close. Now he feels that he is the REASON FOR ALL OF THE MISUNDERSTANDINGS (Now I remember what you had told him before---I knew you half meant to say that you wished you did not introduce him to us).
Just one recommendation: Self-reflect. I've done my part. But have you?