2-Years Anniversary Fun

Weekend Blurb? This weekend isn’t just a blurb. It was a fun-filled Saturday alone and even though I could say it in 2 or 3 sentences, it’s not just a weekend blurb.

Friday night, I arrived at Chelsea’s place. Noting special there, just haven’t seen her for 2 weeks and that in itself took Friday night to fill each other out from not seeing each other for a while.

Saturday morning, I decided to buy roses for her. I contemplated the time I should have left, but decided to do it later as I could get back, get the flowers in a vase, and made her late breakfast. Nope, didn’t go as planned. She woke up when I got back with the roses and a balloon in my hand. No big, I could work around this little thing. Made French Toast with her for breakfast and had breakfast with her mom.

Saturday evening, we went to Walt Disney World. Left at 4:30PM. We laid around her place until we had to leave. A little before I took the exit, she already guessed where I was taking her for dinner, Planet Hollywood. I still couldn’t surprise her (this one was a pretty easy give away to be honest), she has made the day difficult for me to surprise her. There wasn’t a wait, so we took our seat and started talking about plans after. I told her we could walk around Marketplace and go to Pleasure Island later in the evening. She was up for it and didn’t suspect anything further.

Once we were done with dinner, I told her that we should walk around a little. Since we talked about Pleasure Island (PI) earlier, she wanted to go there, but I told her I wanted to take her somewhere first. We didn’t have to go to PI then. We saw a guy playing a double-neck guitar (12-string on one neck and 6-strong on the other) and a didgeridoo (a modern one). Then took some pictures. We started walking toward Disney Quest and Virgin store (which was what it used to be). She’s not been to Disney Quest before, which I was quite surprised and I was surprised when I found out that the Virgin store is now somewhat of a museum of Prince Diana. I wasn’t sure of it, but we continued walking.

She saw Cirque du Soleil building and mentioned how her dad and step-mom got to see it twice for free because it was paid for and how it wasn’t fair, so I casually said, “Why don’t we go see if they have a showing?” As we walked closer, she saw a sign for the prices and pulled me toward it. I told her not to look at that nonsense and walk with me. She continued pulling, so I just let her hand go as she went to look at it and I went straight to the ticket booth. I have bought the tickets on-line some time last week and I was just going for the pick-up. She was surprise. Finally! I knew I would get her for that one.

Morning didn’t go as plan. Dinner was a give away. Finalé was a sure thing.

We walked around Marketplace a little because we were still an hour and a half early. Seeing her happy like that brought joy in my heart. I knew I’ve done well ^_^

Cirque du Soleil was money worth spending. The place was a little smaller than I thought, so we were 5 seats away from the stage. I was hoping it would be a little further, but was a excellent view nonetheless. I wouldn’t sit that close if I were to go again, but I would definitely go again.

We ended the night with some dessert at Sonic and a few hours in each others’ arms.

Our 2-years anniversary of going out together.

I love you sweetie!

Eating Me from the Inside Out… is This Jealousy?

I rarely talk about my ex anymore, especially on-line. Originally, it was for carefulness with how I say certain things, but who really cares. Those who read this either doesn’t know too much about it, doesn’t really care about my life, just reading my entries because they came across it, know me from some time ago, or people who already know me. So, why am I so afraid to share my thoughts? I was always told to be careful of what’s on the Internet. What other people could do to me over the Internet. Sure, they could, maybe with words, but that’s about it. For those who already know me in person and still keep in touch with me, they’ll tell me what I’m doing is wrong if they know about it. Why should I not share? This on-line log was originally a journal that is to share with anyone who could find light through their hard times. Perhaps learning from something that I had to learn the hard way. A friend commented saying that I’ve always seem happy and cheery and find a way to make things possible. Why not do it like always right?

Now that my frustration sounding paragraph is over, this has nothing to do with my ex at all. I will be honest, I do wish my relationship with my ex is a little better than it is now, considering she is friends with my sister. We’re both happy in our relationships and why should we bother with each other right? True and point taken. Somewhere within me though, I feel like we just became acquaintances. Nothing wrong with that, not many ex-es keep in communication at all. If I were to see her in a coffee shop sitting there, could I possibly sit down and talk with her, or would it be awkward. That is where I would question my relationship with her, and I would like the answer to to be: “Sit down and talk with her for however long time permits and leave our own ways.” but I think it’s at: “Look to make sure it’s her… it is her. Buy my coffee… takes a sip… walk out of coffee shop and drive away even though I really wanted to sit down and enjoy my coffee.”

What I’m really jealous about is the relationship my sister can keep with her ex. I guess that’s why I’m mad, upset, and frustrated. I think that’s my jealousy on the surface. I am upset at the series that unfolds and the decisions she made. She’s alright with it though. As a brother, what should I do? I’m stumped and that is where I try to be as supportive but not overprotective as I can be. It is very difficult, as I question myself every time I think about it. “What is shy thinking? Why is she doing this? What nonsense is this guy doing?” Maybe she’s over it faster than expected… maybe she’s made her amends. Maybe I’m the one who is still lingering. Maybe I am just jealous because my relationship with my ex did not turn out the way I would like it to be and my sister’s did? Regardless of what the reason, I should find the reason to not feel this way.

I’m happy she trusts him, I’m not happy she made those decisions. I’m happy she’s happy, that’s really all that matter in the end. For her, I should be supportive and when she needs a support to lean on, I’ll take it. I’ll support her. I’ll do it until she doesn’t need my support.

I’ll do the same with Chelsea, and I’ll do the same with any friends who needs it and ask for it.

Dealing with this frustration wasn’t easy. Can’t say it is, but having faith in my sister is good enough of an answer for me. I always hear people say, “I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.” I guess on the shallow side, that’s what I’m doing. It really is just trusting someone until that trust is broken. For a sister, why shouldn’t I trust her no matter what happens?

Well, time to settle things for myself. Maybe a few punches to the face will do.

*BAM! POW! PUNCH!* Take that jealousy. Now how does it feel to be all beaten up.

Well, guess nothing a good meal wouldn’t cure.

That’s it, nothing more, go read someone elses’ entries.

Learn to Love Work and Work to Learn Love

Every adult out there knows what working does. It pays the bill to sum it all up. What about love? Everyone knows love, it’s a dedication overboard in a sense. With these two having nothing in common, I’ve decided to make this post of two separate things, only because the title sounds cool ^_^

I’ve been working at my new job for a little over a month and a week. At first, I was doing a lot more getting used to the time, place, and how things work, but as I settled down, I began to understand why some people go through the motion of work. It can be tough at times and it can bring in a lot of thought on one specific thing. I’m a web designer. Though I don’t particularly design web sites for a living, it’s part of the description. I don’t consider myself much of a developer, so it fits me well. But why should I succumb to work as being something I have to do to survive in this world because it’s what brings in money into my life? Ever since I started to work, I’ve always looked for a job that I enjoy. Something I want to do. People keep telling me, it’s not as easy or finding a job that they like or want to do is probably the most difficult thing in looking for a job that’s perfect for them. I say all these excuses are nothing but fat excuses. So you’re 15 and you want to play games all your life and test game as a job. Well, when was the last time you wrote a 15-page paper critiquing a game that you played and the ins and outs and everything there is about the game, from the gameplay to the story to the very art cover that attracts people to that game? I didn’t think you did any of those.

When I used to say, “Find a job that you enjoy and love.” I think I should have been clearer. I should have gone in depth and say “Find a realistic job for now that you will like.” In my entire life of working, there was only one job that I dislike and I picked it because I wasn’t working and I was given that opportunity. It’s not something bad per-say, but it wasn’t something for me. I cannot do direct selling and no matter how much you try to get me, I refuse. The reason is because selling other people’s product means nothing to me than an incentive that I might get out in the end. I make money from selling more items isn’t my idea of work. Then again, it is to many.

I have worked at a pet resort. It was tiring, filthy at times, and was also far away from home. That didn’t stop me from enjoying moment in there with the dogs and cats I got to clean and feed. That was the one enjoyable thing I found when I was tired. I have worked at an ice cream store, and though it was a small shop, I would say some of the friendship and the quality I learned from an ice cream shop carried with me till this day. I did not enjoy every customer who came in, but I did my best and as long as I delivered ice cream to them, that was all that had to be said and done. Those were jobs that I ventured before being able to work on a computer and sit in front of one and start coding, doing something that will eventually lead me to where I am, my career.

If I needed a job, I looked for the one I know I would enjoy. Something will turn out eventually, so why can’t some of the people who complain about their job do the same thing? I think what make the difference is mentality. From a younger age, I didn’t love what I had to do. I was told to clean my room, wash this, wash that, mow the lawn, etc… you get the picture. I didn’t enjoy them, but I did them anyway. Eventually, they became mundane at times, but I would always try to find something exciting to do with it. When I mowed the lawn, I didn’t really mow it in a straight line down the yard like how everyone says should be done. Who made that rule anyway? I started going zig-zag and some times cutting the lawn in half and then into quarters and so on and before I knew it, I have mowed the entire backyard by cutting each patch in halves.

What I’m saying out of all these rant is really simple. The little things that you might have overlooked could have made you love your work so much more. When was the last time you really try loving your work. When that happens, work isn’t just work anymore, it’s play. When work and play go hand-in-hand, that’s when you’ve achieve true love for your work. Until then, keep on pressing. If you really don’t like it, I suggest you stop working and start looking for a new job.

And then there is love. I’ll keep this short… you can never love someone enough. If you say you love your wife or husband or someone with all your heart, you are telling a lie. I’ve told that lie before, and I know it’s true. But to me, as much as my heart will allow at that time, it’s not a lie, but that is still an excuse to say I didn’t lie. I cannot love someone whole heartedly. It is  impossible. If you say you love more than one thing, then you will have to split that love up. In mathematical terms, one is a whole, and if one has to split up, it is not a whole and not one anymore. That is why we as human grow and we learn more and we show more than what we have to offer last year, last month, last week, yesterday, or even an hour ago. I believe we have been given the ultimate gift, evolution. Now before you start talking about physical evolution stuff, I am not talking about that. Don’t go saying I agree with the evolution stuff that science book teaches.

So, evolution. As human beings, we evolve constantly. Adapting to environment is part of evolution. Learning from mistake is part of evolution. Learning to say “Yes Dear!” or “No, you don’t look fat.” is part of evolution. Jokes aside, we evolve and we learn more every day. How then can we say we love with all our heart or whole heartedly? Nay I say. That is why we as human beings have to work harder in loving more. Learn more of what love can give, take, contribute, share, and so on and so forth. Love might be an absolute matter in itself, but as human, we cannot see how far love can take us. So work on it. Maybe next time when you love on someone, don’t say the word love… just show that love is there. Maybe then a little more love has been learned from either the receiver or the giver. Until the, work on learning love a bit more, cause I know I do.

UP

Today I saw UP. It was good. I enjoyed it and it was cute. I will definitely recommend it ^_^ Could have so twittered this.

Had a dinner party with my sister. Saw my ex. She’s doing pretty good and she’s happy with the guy she’s with, I’m happy for her. I’m also happy because I’m very happy with the girl I’m with. My ex and I don’t talk much anymore, but she’s my sister’s friend, that’s why I saw her at my sister’s dinner party. We both went our separate ways and we’re both happy. My sister is happy too, very happy… well, maybe not today >_< lol. It was pretty funny though.

Well, 2 weeks until a new employer. I’m happy and sad. Very excited about it too. Well, UP is a good movie and you should go and see it.

Parenting: A One Sided Fight

Parenting is not easy. It is not  easy for the child(ren) and it is not easy for the parent(s). No matter how I look at it, parenting is a one sided fight. It is neither won by the child(ren) or the parent(s), but won by what I am calling the “unknown factor.” Trying to keep this short will be difficult, but time is not on my side and I will have to go to sleep at some point.

I want to put it out there that I am in no way, shape, or form a doctor or trained person for this subject. I am just a person who has seen lots of children parent bickering. I am just someone who observes and try to help those that needs someone to talk with. I am just a human being who believes there is a way to better communications between children and parents, but it takes both parties to get this working. If one tries hard and the other doesn’t try at all, I am positive it is never going to solve an issue.

Child(ren)

I was once in your position. Well, not entirely true, but I understand your position. I was once a tough child for my mom. When I first lived with my mom after many years of not being together, I once resented my mom. I did not hate her, for she was my mom, but I dislike the things she did, the rules she set and most of all the nagging and telling me to do things. After growing up some, I came to find that I was not the only one in this situation, and as I found others who felt the same way about their parents, I understood the phrase my mom once said to me, “I am not as strict as you think I am.” I quickly realized I had a great mom and she was actually the least strict out of all the people that I knew. Time passed as I continued to befriend the people who had strict parent(s). I tried to understand where they were coming from, to hear their complaints and to hear their hearts plea for fairness.

If you are reading this and you are young, feel unfair that your parent(s) are strict and harsh on you, know that my heart goes out to you. I have flaws, and I will say that my words may not be all true, but I will give my advice to all you young ones out there. There is more to read after the parents section, and you might want to read a little on that too, if you’re not wanting to read the parents sections.

The “unknown force” is a tough opponent. It is like the bully at school, the friend who pricks your heart little at a time, the boss who you fight against in any game, the Bowser to your Mario, the nightmare to your dreams… and you get the point. It’s not your parent(s) fault that they treat you the way they do. I can say with all confidence that they do not know every answer. First time parents are perhaps the hardest to explain, but strict parent(s) are just… well, strict. To be honest, some parent(s) have tunnel vision, what they see and believe is what they know is best and right for their child(ren) and therefore they’re going to stick to it no matter what, because they believe it is. Whoever on Earth that came up with with that philosophy just got a million bucks if he/she got to sell that idea.

Children of my generation (or younger), do not let your dark hopes bring you down. Believe in yourself, for I believe in you. I know that even my mom believes in you. Here is what I will share with you, and it might not be the best solution for your case, but ultimately, one rule stays the same: BE SMART ABOUT IT.

Generation of computer users, do your research, have proof, back yourself up with facts. Not only from the internet, but from sources on the internet that can be considered legal and taken serious by even your parents. Facts are important, but you don’t want to do it without knowing what you’re looking for. Be the last (or your best choice, never) to be angry. Take the higher road. This is the toughest thing to do. This will not only show character but also put a slap in your parent(s) face without you doing anything. It’s the hardest thing to do, NOTHING. Parents, if you are reading this, I am defending your kid here because he/she needs some help standing up to you, but you have to understand that your child(ren) are human beings too, just like you. How do you like to get yelled at by someone for some the same reasons you yelled/spanked/banned/punished/grounded your child(ren) for. Kids, I’m not saying be mean to your mom or dad, I’m just saying control yourself, and when they start yelling, maybe the softest voice would be the one that wins. It’s hard, but do your best, I encourage you to do it, not once, not twice, but for as long as it takes your parent(s) to realize how childish they are and how much more mature you’re proving yourself to be. Of course don’t just make that an excuse to fight them, only do it if you believe you are being yelled at for some petty reasons, or some reasons that you should not be yelled at.

Stay smart, stay calm, stay polite and say sorry. I know you say sorry a lot, but it’s always never enough, so say it and mean it. After saying it, then proof you mean it, either by doing what you should do, or showing that you can continue to do what you should do. I know chores are not fair, or even standing up to do something such as picking up the remote control, but the higher road can be say of you… you are building character. Or better yet, think of it as a girl or guy that you like asking you for a favor. I do not think that is a better way to go, but if it helps you laugh a little while doing something, it’s better than naught.

Parent(s)

Give your child a break every once in a while. Seriously, do you really know all the answer to life? Have you counted the times you asked your child(ren) to do things for you and the times you say “Thank you” to them? When was the last time you actually hug them, mean it, and then yelled at them the same day for doing something stupid? When was the last time you actually let your child(ren) explain a reason why and you actually put it to heart and accept it even if it’s “I forgot.”

If you could have a chat with my mom (or my sis), you will find out that I forget a lot of things. I forget things that doesn’t seem important to me. I’m a child, I am young, there fore many things are not that important. I will do them when they are, not when they are to you. I don’t understand parent(s) who ask their kids to do every little things. I understand parent(s) do the big things in the house, pay bills, work for money, put food on the table, but so did my mom, and the last time I remember, my mom did not yelled at or punished me because I forgot to take out the trash, she just reminded me. Washing plates was what I had to do for chores, and I did them quite a lot, but there are days where I either just got busy and forgot (yes, I really do forget) or I just didn’t feel like it and would wash it the next day. My mom would either leave it for me to wash the next day (and mind you, I had to wash with hand, not washing machine like most American homes have) or she would just wash it, because she wants her sink to be clean. My mom would remind me I forgot to clean it and told me she’s cleaned it.

I don’t believe parent(s) are lazy, because my mom isn’t. But if there are parent(s) out there who are so lazy that their kids are their maid, then it is a sad world. Unless of course it’s a both sided job where parents do things for their kids as well, little simple things. Then there is no one to blame, but of course me I suppose, if there is someone that needs to be blamed. Give your kids a break some times. Let them say “I forgot” every once in a while.

One thing I know about parent(s) though, and this does include my mom, is that parent(s) will most of the time be stubborn. Here’s what I mean by that: They are set to how they will raise their kids and how their kids should be. They are as stiff as an oak tree, while the kids are as of the bamboo tree. When the wind blows in whatever direction, the oak tree stays there unmoved but the bamboo tree will bend to the winds. Neither one is right or wrong, this is just an allegory. Parents, you have to understand your kids. What’s the point of being a parent and living in your own utopia? You are to teach your kids how to adapt and live life to the fullest with your knowledge and wisdom. You are suppose to help them conquer the fear of the world, not to shelter them from it.

Talk with your child, discuss with them, listen to them. These are important for a child. If you disagree with them, that’s fine, at least you did all these. But here’s the catch… disagree with love. My mom would listen to my plea and discuss with me why she said no. Yes, she did that and that made me a much better person to explain why I said things.

Overall

Communication is key. Yes young ones, the parents can be stubborn and won’t listen to a word you say. Well, if they’re sitting there, say it anyway. Parents, if you think your child is saying something stupid, let them say it anyway. If you truly think it’s idiotic, record it and play the recording back to them, or say the words that they say back to them. If they hear it from the outside, then maybe they know it is, but give them a chance to explain themselves.

Love. I have seen bickering and yelling, but I have also seen love and experienced it. Forgiveness isn’t forgiveness until love covers it. If you forgive someone, bring it up again, then it wasn’t forgiven in the first place. Where’s the love in that. Parents are suppose to love their flesh and blood. If I’m wrong, then I’ve been writing to the wrong crowd. You should not have read all of this, because you were never open minded in the first place, whether you’re the child or the parent. If you’re not open to new ideas to help yourself, because you’re right in what you do, then continue doing what you do. I am not one to stop you, but if your child or parent hates you because of it, here’s my forewarning: “I TOLD YOU SO!”

I once hated my mom and dad for various reasons. Now, I just wish I understood them more and knew where they were coming from. So, I’m sharing my little knowledge and wisdom in hopes that you will learn each other better. Horrible days should never be used outwardly toward your family. Sucky days should not be unleashed on your loved ones. Share with them your sucky days, ask for help or a shoulder to lean on during horrible days. Blaming something  is worse than saying “I forgot.” I truly believe that, because we ourselves are to blame for our actions.

A wise man once said, “No one makes you angry, you made yourself angry.” If you did not get that wisdom, here’s what it meant. Stop blaming others for your actions. You choose how to react. If someone throws a pie at your face, you have some options: 1) Laugh about it. 2) Be mad and yell or beat the other person up. 3) Do nothing about it. 4) Walk away from the situation. 5) Ask the other person why. 6) Start a food fight. Of course there’s more options, but if you are truly honest with yourself, the things you do are all from your own choices. They determine the outcome. The quote is one that parents hate to hear when they’re a little upset because a child did something wrong or stupid. I always bring that up with my mom and she hates those words, but when you think about it, down into the core, it’s true. Your reaction to situation proofs of your character, virtue, integrity, and output on life in general. So don’t be a sourpuss and ruin people’s day because you had a bad day. Work your way to making your bad day better.

No one makes you angry, you made yourself angry.