Sunday, November 27, 2011

i like to pig out on...

when i think of it, i actually do have a comfort food that i love to eat. Peanut butter and jelly with a glass of milk is like the best thing ever. i can eat it almost every single day and i will never ever get tired of it. i know it's such a simple food, but that's what i love about it. whenever i'm feeling stressed about something, i start to crave some peanut butter and jelly; and of course, what's a pb&j without milk right? well for me, milk is a must when it comes to eating my pb&j sandwich. i refuse to eat it without milk, with the exception of Sunny D as a substitute. it just doesn't feel right or feel complete without milk. it's just one of my unusual habits i guess.

I'm not really sure why or how peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the milk on the side became my comfort food. i used to not like it. as a matter of fact, i used to find as peanut butter and jelly rather weird when i was first introduced to it. pb&j wasn't really a common thing in the philippines. we eat plain peanut butter sandwiches. jelly did not really exist and crunchy peanut butters did not come into existence to us. it was just plain old peanut butter sandwich. then one day, i was forced to try it because that was all there is to eat at lunch. i sort of did not like what was being served to us at lunch, so i chose to have pb&j for lunch instead. it was not really what i wanted for lunch, but i had no other choice. however, with just a bite, i was hooked on it; and from then on i started craving it. everytime i'm feeling depressed or stressed, i have to have some of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich with milk on the side.

it's comfort food for me because first of all, it is very easy to make. i don't need to go out of my way and buy all these ridiculous amount of ingredients just to make it. all that's needed are bread, peanut butter, jelly, and milk. whenever i take a bite of the sandwich, i just start to calm down and helps me forget about the things i stress about or even my problems in life. usually, girls would eat ice cream when they're crying or depressed; but i eat pb&j with milk. i don't just eat pb&j whenever i'm stressed or feeling down, i actually it just out of nowhere. once my cravings for for food kicks in  when i'm at home doing particularly nothing, pb&j always comes to my mind first. of course, i don't always pick to eat since i have many other choices in my fridge such as pizza rolls. but not only is it good, but it's actually pretty healthy!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

i wonder...?

Why is the sky blue? what does my life look like through other people’s eyes? how come they call it goodbye? how come the good die? is there really god? what really happens when we die? why can’t we all just get along? how come people judge each other so much? how does everything end? will the world really end in 2012? do i end up happy? is there really a happy-ending? why do girls cry over boys who never deserved them in the first place? why do boys treat girls the way they treat them? what is my purpose in life? why are people of all kinds not treated equally? why ca we not just accept one another? why is there so much hatred among us? why is saying “no” so hard to do? what is love? what is happiness? what would it be like if the internet never existed? how would it be like to live back in type? how does space really look like? why are there so much suffering in the world? why can we not help each other, instead of putting each other down? is there another dimension that’s different to the one we are living in now? is there really a god? what is love? is there such thing as impossible? where do babies come from? which is worse, failing or never bothering to try at all? If life is so shirt, then why do we do so many things we don’t like, yet like many thing things we don’t do? when all is said and done, will i have said more than i’ve done? to what degree have i actually controlled the course my life has taken? should i be worried about doing things right, or doing the right things? how come the things that makes me happy don’t make everyone else happy? am i holding onto something that i need to let go of? why take risks? what makes me, me? Is it actually possible to know the truth without challenging it in the first place? do the things we do today even matter tomorrow? what do i have to lose? what really is the difference between being alive and truly living? would you choose someone who completes you, or the one who loves you completely? if we learn from our mistakes, then why are we so afraid of making mistakes? what would i do differently if nobody would actually judge me? what do i want to change in the world? if people evolved from monkeys and apes, then why are there still monkeys and apes? is crying a sign of weakness or strength? should i ask more questions, or just settle for what i only know? if i could do everything all over again, would i have done anything differently? what makes me smile? am i the kind of friend that i would want as a friend? why do we chase after things that we can’t have?why do we do things that are not allowed? why are we born? why is it so difficult to move away from people and things that we really love? how do i know what i know?why do we let go of things we really love?

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Where the WILD Things Are.

First of all, what is the exact definition of the word “wild”? The word wild means to live in a state of nature in which one is not tamed or domesticated. It could also mean uncultivated, uninhabited, uncivilized, or barbarous. The term “wild” can be taken in many various ways depending on how people perceive it as.

As for me, wild comes in two different meanings - there is that definition of being uncivilized and not being tamed like some sort of a wild animal or a person living in caves. And then I mostly view the word “wild” where someone is going crazy - or rather acting in a crazy manner. It just really depends on what situation we are talking about...but I am mostly leaning on the latter one.

Although with some little meditations, my true definition of “wild” comes alive. Somehow in my mind, I see people going crazy and are going out of control. When I say crazy and out of control, I don’t really mean people being all psycho and everything; what I mean is that I see people doing crazy things like partying, extreme stunts, etc. All the things that happens at a party is what I would consider wild especially if your sex, drugs, alcohol. Perhaps alcohol and sex is a natural thing for humans and everybody goes through their “fun” stages in their life, when everything revolves around just having a good time, but when these three substances combines, people can be caught up into pretty wild situations. Such situations could be getting arrested for DUIs, violent acts when drunk, unexpected pregnancies, STDs, and obviously getting busted for doing drugs.

When i see the word “wild”, I also think of rebellious people who just really don’t care about anything at all. They do not give a care about the world and the thing that is happening around them unless it involves them. They’re pretty much the type of people who are most likely a trouble maker and ends up doing reckless, wild stunts that we would normally see on the news. Wild stunts could involve crimes like shootings, murder, kidnapping, etc. Or sometimes they are just stunts that would be regarded as complete stupidity and reckless - such an example would be performing a fancy, complicated bike trick and ending up inflicting an injury to oneself or trying to attempt a stunt that is impossible to do, yet still doing so regardless of all the hazardous warning that stunt brings to people.

In contrast of the negative things about the world “wild”, there are also situations in which it is not a negative factor. Being wild does not always necessarily have to be associated or labeled as bad thing. Have you ever heard of the saying, “...let your imaginations run wild..”? Well for me, it also gives me a sense of freedom where I can do anything without having to think about anything else; being able to do something without any limit whatsoever.