2014

A Rollercoaster Of Feelings

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Tonight is the night and it’s going to happen again and again.  I’m having what I call “the up feeling”, you don’t know it. Well to keep it short it’s that surge of inspiration and motivation that makes you feel like you could do anything and overcome any difficulties the universe throws at your face. If my calculations are right I get it once a week, and it’s followed immediately by “the down feeling”. You guessed it right it’s the exact opposite of the first one. It’s just that feeling of boredom, discouragement and mostly depression that we love and value. But I fought throw to write this post that will be soon forgotten in this blogosphere.

Just a couple hours ago I was planning on studying much harder and getting ready to start my own business. Amazing ideas were flying in my head, I was gonna create this, invent that … I was just about to start my own t-shirt shop, WOW what an original idea.  I was all hyped-up and excited about it. Last month i was trying to create a revolutionary app that will change the world, and of course make me rich. Believe me I spent hours studying about programming languages, servers, Java, Object-C…

I can honestly say that is my brain was a movie, I’d be blockbuster.

But soon later I was like “It sounds like a lot of works”. That urge was quickly silenced by sadness,  thoughts of “what did I do with my life” and mostly hugger (I get really hungry after all this turmoil) . The roller coaster that is my feelings took a plunge into some dark waters.

What I want scientist to do is take my “up feeling” and synthesize to a drug. So whenever I’m feeling down I’d take a pill and up we go. Wait a minute, I think they already have that drug… its cocaine. Should i start using?

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Message To Your Parents

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We aren’t like you, we don’t live in the same world. To them it’s really simple: “to have a descent life you need to go to school, get a degree and work your but off for the next 30 years”. This way of life doesn’t work in this age, I’ve developed a “theory” about this so bear with me:

I suppose that our parent’s (and their parent’s) had such excitement in their days that they want for us a more peaceful life. I don’t mean by excitement staying late partying or having some great adventures, I’m talking about wars (WWII, Vietnam, the cold war…) and economical depression. This is the main reason, in my modest opinion, that would make them pressure us to go for the nice life some would call it the “boring” life.

We all know how fast the world is, companies want fast and efficient employees. However if we look at some of history’s most successful men, you might notice that they have something in common: Muhammad, Jesus, Thomas Edison, Bill Gates, Princess Diana … they all didn’t go or dropped out of school but weren’t they successful.

Don’t get me wrong I believe you need an education but I don’t think that you need school to get it. So what I want to say is “dear parents, this is a new age with new opportunities and challenges that don’t necessarily require us to have degree”.

NB: Don’t go out saying “they dropped out, so should I”, the truth is that they had visions and ideas that changed the world. One thing you can take from them is the courage to follow your dreams (I know it’s kind of cheese, but so is most truths).

My Facebook Struggle

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I’m bored let’s check out Facebook. No new messages, like always. Wait a minute, she’s online. Should I say hi? No let’s wait for her to do it. Come on just a simple hello to get the ball rolling. 10 minute passes and another 10 minutes. Ok let’s do it, let’s do it… it’s a simple tab on the “H” and the “I” … I can do it.

But if I start the conversation what will we talk about. School hell no. I don’t want it to be one of the “Hey. How you doing….blabla” conversations I want us to talk about something, anything. You know what, Fuck it let’s just go for it, let’s go … Oh shit she’s off line.

Oh well let’s just right about it on WordPress.

 What is above, is me every time I’m on Facebook. People only send me messages when they want something from me, it’s kind of sad. I always want to chat with them but I want them to take the initiative, I hope I’m not the only one with this “issue”.

I know that a lot people have conversation on Facebook (which is the point), but I mean real exchange not just hello, how are you, how’s the family. Or is this the only kind of conversation that exists?

Don’t get me wrong I would love to know about your family and your well being, but after all the greeting what will we talk about.

This got me thinking what is a genuine conversation on social Medias?  What do people talk about?  How much different are our conversation from those of the 90’s and 80’s?

The hell with it, I’m just going to start chating with the next person I find online or maybe the second.

Monkey Attack

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About 9 years ago our neighborhood was terrorized by an escaped monkey. It was one of our neighbors that had it as pet, but the sneaky bastard found a way to escape (a regular Michael Scofield). So for a week or so the monkey, brook into houses, stole food and beat down some pets.

Let’s skip to when my sister and I came face to face with HIM. It was a regular Saturday morning; Dad went to meet some friends and mom left to buy some groceries. It was just me, my sister and our dog Bobbi. We were watching some Cartoon; I think it was samurai Jack, when we heard some noise coming from the back yard. We taught it was nothing, and then we heard something break.

Bobbi ran out and started barking, we flowed him. Arriving at the backdoor we saw the beast from hell, the demon monkey (I know it sounds a bit dramatic, but remember I was just 5 or 6 year old).

103ae317aacb5e55671933f62411b5fc686ab5f5b7f78ec00b8e77ffb8fd63afSo we’ve done the same thing you would’ve done in our place, we RAN, to my bedroom. We closed the door, stood in a corner, hugged each other and started screaming for mom.

Meanwhile, Bobbi was fighting this intruder. He managed to scare him away. Then our brave savior came to the door to let us know everything was okay. But we were to scare to do it. We stayed there for an hour until our mother came back.

This was the day I faced danger… and ran away from it as any reasonable person would do.