Repost this or Else.....

How often have you come across a post that instructs you to re-post it within a certain number of hours, failure to do so will result to terrible luck for so many number of years? How often have you found yourself believing the post?

To be honest, I have done my share of re-posting such messages, not because of the warning, but rather the reward that comes with posting it. Imagine, just by re-posting this message, the girl of my dreams will finally fall for me too! Realistically speaking, you can classify this as a vain hope or expectancy.

I would have to admit that part of me wishes that the posts would actually have some sort of magic, that would somehow make the promises the Posts make come true. But another part of me somehow knows that life does not work that way; the way things happen in life is actually better.

In a way, the act of re-posting such can at times reflect our own fear of living, we re-post because we feel that we are inadequate to be able to accomplish things with the skills we possess.

(The the sceptic would argue that the same goes with prayer, but I beg to disagree, the act of prayer is a liberating act, the act of re-posting enslaves.)

In the end,it is not the act of re-posting that makes us get what we want or need. There can be no rational explanation to connect the two. There can be no rational explanation as to how breaking the cahin can kill the people whom you love or bring you years of bad luck.

In the end, you simply must live, and roll with all the punches life throws at you...

Bobong JP

Right now, I am just running on two cans of Bacchus Energy drink and around 6 pieces of Ciello's Mini Donuts, my body may be active, but my mind is a wreck.
I know this because:

1. Ateneo-La Salle later, but I do not seem to care...
2. I am not too sure if I speled bobo curect...
3. I am starting to hallucinate.
4. uhhhh...uhhhhhh....uhhhhh

All this from serving as Hotel-ops for around 20 hours. But, is all this worth it? I would have to say yes. Our Barristers go through a lot, and I believe that we should help them as much as possible.

Hopefully one day we(me and the many people in my head) would be lucky enough to be an Arellano Barrister, and hopefully make sir Bubut poorer by around 1 million.

Animo La Salle!(beat Ateneo!)
Hail to the Chief !
(Animo Arellano Barristers!)

Bobong J-lo signing offfffffffffffffffffzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

First Time

I finally understand the exhilaration musicians get whenever they perform on stage, last Friday I got to play rhythm guitar for a friend of mine in a singing contest. You cannot imagine how tense I was days before the performance, during practice I kept on forgetting the chords of the song, or I would get lost in some points of transition. Thankfully though, we played quite well.

My first “gig” if you can call it that; finds its origin in a promise I made to Fred, who asked me if I would play for him should he join the said contest, I said “sure, why not”. I never actually thought he would join, but a promise is a promise.

When I said yes, I actually had several other reasons why I said yes, standard reasons being anything for a friend, (being connected to the earlier a promise is a promise), aside from these and others I will not mention.

In the past I have always found reasons to escape the chance to perform on stage. I have always also found the excuse not to practice playing the guitar. To be honest, I have always set aside practicing the guitar, because I was always afraid that I would never reach the level of playing I aspire to reach: The very fear of never reaching your dreams cliché.

I am glad that I did not attempt to escape from this performance, because aside from having fun, it made me develop a deeper love for performing music. I hope that my first time will not be the last…

Rock on!