Paulo Coelho
November 16, 2009
Paulo’s inventory of normality (0 Comments)
This is from an old post of Paulo Coelho that I meant to share back then, but forgot about it.
In bold are those I can relate to or are very common. I believe that doing things beyond the normal will do wonders to our lives. Of course we have to decide on what seems right or fitting for us. (Read more…)
March 24, 2009
I am not a leader, but… (0 Comments)
I took the time to browse my RSS subscriptions which, of course, includes Paulo’s blog. Some may think, “Ah, this girl is an idealist.” I know. Even my doctor called me that when she saw me reading Brida instead of Twilight. LULz~
Paulo talked about the ‘warrior of light.’ His other term for ‘leader.’ I’m no leader. I don’t think I am fit to be one. Why? Because I lack the ability. Also, why would someone who’s often ignored be considered a leader?
But the thing about warrior of light he wrote is something I can relate to.Let me quote:
They are in the world, are part of other people’s lives, and began their journey without a rucksack and sandals. They are often cowards. They don’t always act right.
Warriors of light suffer over useless things, have some petty attitudes, and at times feel they are incapable of growing. They frequently believe they are unworthy of any blessing or miracle.
Warriors of light are not always sure what they are doing here. Often they stay up all night thinking that their lives have no meaning.
I’m a coward, almost all my decisions/actions are WRONG, unworthy of anything or anyone, and I don’t see what purpose I have in life. To attract hate or be lost in the sea of loneliness aren’t exactly what you can call purpose, right? But my life has been like that. I’m always misunderstood to the point I don’t understand myself. *facepalms* When happiness decides to be nice, I’m afraid to accept that blessing. Happiness is often temporary, but I know there’s permanent happiness — when you feel fulfillment and when you don’t want anything else anymore. Will I even experience that or am I undeserving? Ah, but I have yet to discover what is real happiness for me. Feelings can be confusing and scary.
Paulo Coelho then states:
That is what makes him a warrior of light; because he has been through all this and has not lost the hope of becoming better than he was.
I’m not the type who will get myself down because of what seems to be not-so-trivial matters. I believe that no better will happen if I let it be. Only when others ignore my efforts will I ever cease the will the live to try. To be understood. To be liked.
January 13, 2009
The flight back (1 Comment)
Suddenly he stopped the car and looked directly into my eyes.
No one can lie, no one can hide anything, when he looks directly into someone’s eyes. And any woman with the least bit of sensitivity can read the eyes of a man in love.
I wonder. How does the eyes of a man in love look like?
Backlog! UGH~ I hate it when this happens.
To those who dunno yet, I got back last January 2 from the US. The vacation was fun, exhausting, thrilling, and expensive. lulz~ We visited a bunch of places like the Iwo Jima monument, White House, Kennedy Space Center, and Ringling Museum. I wanted to see Daytona and Miami, but they’re both far and out of the way. We did a number of shopping as well. I’m not that great with self-control, but I tried! *rofl* I’m too lazy to take pics of my loot as most of them were already hidden away. LOLz~ I got myself an iPod Touch as a Christmas gift, VS pannies, Bath & Body Works personal shit (in super unbelievable low prices), more VS pannies, Nine West and Fossil accessories, boots ♥, high-heeled sandals, and a DS game. I forgot what else. XD; It sucks I didn’t get to visit Hot Topic. I would have bought another (wearable) short skirt. The flight back was a pain. The service of the airline from Detroit to Japan (and then to Manila) was crap. >_> Being back in Manila felt like I’m back in hell. Okay, “hell” is an exaggeration. It’s just that the people I’ve encountered in the airports of Detroit, Virginia, and Florida are respectful. But here in Manila? Geebuz~ Staff aren’t that friendly to foreigners. They shout when they speak in English. Obviously, they’re poor in that language. They shouldn’t be working there. ~_~ People also keep blocking the way especially the romp in the pick-up area. When we saw our ride, I went ahead of my family and asked the people if they can kindly move. There was even an old man in a wheelchair. I wouldn’t want to think what could happen if someone accidentally pushed him to the driveway.
My parents had a small fight with an old couple (prolly). When they were asked not to block the way, they got mad. My Dad asked them, “Did you go to school? You can see for yourself that you’re in the way!” The two went quiet. Two security guards were telling my Mom to calm down. My Mom said they should do something about those people. In other words, DO THEIR JOB. One of ‘em security asked what happened. My Mom and I explained then that person goes, “You should tell them that yourselves.” I WANTED TO SEE HIS BOSS, SO I CAN ASK FOR THAT MOTHERFUCKING IDIOT TO BE FIRED. He doesn’t have to work there if he can’t do his fucking job. @$$wipe. >_<
I went to work right away after that weekend. Boss Atty. was so surprised I was already in the office. She thought I won’t be back until the 10th. *lol* The days in the office felt slow since the year started. I have a lot of pending work and I haven’t gotten around to 90% of them. XDDD;
December 20, 2008
It’s like a narcotic. (3 Comments)
“I’ve been in love before. It’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours.
“But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.”
I only experimented. I wanted to see where the relationship ould lead me, since I was used to fooling around. I found love something I don’t deserve (and prolly never will), yet I wanted something new in my life. True enough, being around him too much had me dependent on him and eventually it happened. I hate the face that when you lose someone that has become part of your system, you find yourself feeling incomplete. To get that satisfied feeling again, we do everything without caring what it makes us. But thank goodness for “rehab” and not missing screws. *rofl* I know my place and when to stop.
Why does it seem like the feeling’s such a bad thing? That it is said to be similar to a drug.
November 22, 2008
Carry in your memory… (0 Comments)
From Paulo Coelho’s Plurk:
Carry in your memory, for the rest of your life, the good things that came out of difficulties.
July 15, 2008
Hanafuda and why women love men (1 Comment)
Before anything else, I wanna share with you HANAFUDA. A download link is available in that post. Please be aware in spite of it being a historical drama, it’s hentai and there’s bestiality. Nothing super gross though. ^_^
I was supposed to pimp my Golden Half, but I was browsing my Google Reader and saw that Paulo Coelho has a new post. ^_^ The topic is why women love men. He did a “research” on this in the internet. Let me quote a few of what he listed down:
We love men because they can’t fake an orgasm, even if they wanted to.
Because they will never understand us, yet even so they go on trying.
Because they still manage to see our beauty, even when we ourselves no longer believe it.
Because they are lovers who only rest when we have had (or pretend to have had) pleasure.
Because they manage to raise sport to something bordering on religion.
Because they insist on fixing things that are beyond their capacity, and dedicate themselves to this with the same enthusiasm as an adolescent, and get frustrated when they don’t succeed.
Because they are like pomegranates: most of them is impossible to digest, but the seeds are delicious.
Because we always know what they are thinking, and when they open their mouth they say exactly what we imagined they would.
Because they love to explore our body and conquer our soul.
Because a 14-year-old girl can leave them speechless, and a 25-year-old woman can tame them quite effortlessly.
Because they are always attracted by extremes: the opulent or the ascetic, warriors or monks, artists or generals.
Because they do absolutely everything possible to try to hide their weaknesses.
Because a man’s biggest fear is not being a man (it never crosses a woman’s mind not to be a woman).
Because they always eat everything on their plate, and don’t feel guilty about it.
Because they have shoulders where we can rest our heads and sleep without much effort.
Because they never lie about their age.
Because despite everything they try to demonstrate, they can’t live without a woman.
Because when we tell one of them “I love youâ€, they always ask us to explain exactly how.
He also posted a list of what men do not know about women. Some funny ones are:
3 – The same thing happens with “you are beautifulâ€. It takes less than two seconds to say these three magical words, which can change our nightmares into real fairy tales.
5 – At a party we are capable of scanning the whole room in less than a minute to find out what interests us. Just watch.
8 – Women always remember everything. If you ask when we met, none of us will say: “at a partyâ€. We will say: “it was a Tuesday, right after a dinner where they served salad and chicken broth, and you were wearing a black blazer and designer shoes, and so on.
12 – We hate making love when we don’t feel like it, but we do it anyway, and you will never be able to notice the difference.
15 – Not all women want marriage and children. Many just want orgasms and pets.
(You can read his whole post here — I just had to share my Google Reader Shared Items. HAHA~)
My bf does a great job in “handling” my mood swings, so I guess he knows me well (given also the fact we’ve been together for some years)… Yet women, in general, will always be hard for men to figure out. *lol*
June 7, 2008
The end is an ally (0 Comments)
I sometimes read Paulo Coelho’s blog. The things he writes and shares makes me wonder about me and my life. In his recent post, titled In the Wheel of Time, he talks about Carlos Castañeda’s reflections. In the first text, Carlos Castañeda talks about intention being the most important thing.
Intention is the important thing: for the old sorcerers of Mexico, intention (intento) is a force that intervenes in all aspects of time and space. To be able to use and manipulate this force calls for impeccable behavior. A warrior’s final goal is to be able to lift his head above the rut where he is confined, look around him, and change what he wants. To do so he needs to have discipline and pay attention all the time.
An intention has several meanings. But from what I understand int this text, it is a purpose. Intentions can be done if you really want to and for that you have to be disciplined. I find that the most crucial behavior to achieve your intentions.
The second text says that nothing is easy. Then further explains, “A man who seeks knowledge must have the same behavior as a soldier going to war: absolutely attentive, afraid, respectful and utterly confident.”
Things are learned with effort. A person with a talent in drawing doesn’t mean they’re naturally born with it. A person who can hardly draw when they were young can become a talented artists should he/she hone that ability. I could hardly draw a face when I was about 8 years old. I could only draw stick figures. But when I reached the age of 10/11, I practiced drawing until I knew I was getting good at it. (But I never considered myself a talented artist *rofl*) When I stopped, I found drawing HARD. Another example, is a rich person whose riches will all be gone if they’re not efficient.
Lastly — the end is an ally.
A man who knows that death is approaching every day tries everything, but without feeling anxiety.
I guess this is what they say about treating your everyday as if it were your last. There are times I thought of dying to ease the pain, to free myself from worries and people I hate. But what stops me are the things I want to pursue and do; I’m still young and I know there are still a lot of things ahead of me. I feel that I still have a lot to do to gain satisfaction in life even with the ups and downs as they are part of the foundation of my learning and loving. Dying would also mean not being with the people I love a lot. I also don’t want to become the reason for their sadness.
With those thoughts, I feel rejuvenated. What seems the end for me has just become a way for my improvement.
There are other reflections shared by Paulo Coelho. Go here to read the rest. I apologize for any wrong grammar or if I didn’t make sense. My meds are making me sleepy. ~_~
OT – I CAN FINALLY DOWNLOAD FROM RAPIDSHARE! Thanks, RS, for the HAPPY HOURS! I hope I will be able to download a lot before the happy hourS ends.
