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Per Ardua Ad AstraYes, sometimes I do find myself looking for the inevitable questions that keep on popping up in my life:
1. Why did my smart brother spill rootbeer on our laptop? 2. Why do the computers at school sometimes lag? 3. How come I'm always late almost 4 days a week? 4. How come my boss is a fucking faggot? 5. Why is it that our store is named The Gift Club? Are they really just not original? 6. Why is it that money here is hard-earned, as with anywhere else in the world I presume. 7. Why do I feel guilty whenever I splurge and spend my week's salary? 8. Why do I love shopping? 9. Why am I confused? 10. Why is Finding Nemo my absolute favorite movie in the world? And Monsters Inc. too? 11. Why is it hard to change certain schemata? 12. Why do I fall asleep in class? 13. Do the rules I live by have too many "shoulds" and "should nots?" 14. Are my morals in the right perspective still? 15. Why do I do things for the heck of it? Am I dumb? 16. Why does it suck to be far from the people you love? 17. Why do rhetorical questions always make your mind go crazy because of too much thinking? 18. Why do the people here always think of sex every 0.38 seconds? 19. Why is it fucking cold? 20. Why do I wish to indulge in a self-actualizing, self-accepting, full-understanding type of conversation right now? 21. Why can't I find a solid shoulder to lean on? 22. Why is my home country leaving so many bruises on my heart? 23. Why is it hell week this week in school? Why do I have a fucking Sociology test tomorrow? 24. Why can't I go to whichever state I wish to go to for vacation this summer? 25. Why can't the heart love two people? 26. Is it really that hard to let go? 27. Why did I shoo away that lady who was trying to impart to me some knowledge about the bible this morning at the bus stop? 28. Why do I sometimes wish that I was Patrick's pet rock in Spongebob Squarepants? 29. Why does Guatemala seem interesting? 30. And lastly, do rats taste like chicken, and do snails taste like balloons? Who eats turtles? ...I guess having lost my entire sidebar will not work for me, but it's no reason either to start anew. =)
I am Jik. I believe in miracles, and I believe in hope. I am not prude nor old-fashioned even though I believe that Love is very real and that it governs the world. I am not selfish even though I may be materialistic. I am not weak even though I sometimes crumble down to my knees. I am not poor even though I have very little in my bank account. I try to embody what courage is all about and I try to do everything in spontaneity. I invest a whole lot of passion in anything I do, and I am and always will be a dreamer. I admire people who uphold their beliefs in life, as I try to do so myself. I always strive for the perfection of character, and make myself into the person I want to become. I seek for the greater scheme of things, the tapestry of how everything falls into an exquisite, sublime plan. And my greatest fortune is having found the secret of my life. This I intend to share with all of you someday.
Makulit. Malikot. Mababaw. I'm thumbelina, sweetie, choknat, bitch, bastard, bruhilda, gaga, bubwit, baby, hoebag, dumbass, jiffy, jikinini, jikydoodles, gicgic, jikulit, jikywiky, jikaru, jikers, jikee, jikijik, jikjik, jik, jixie, jikita, jikita banana, jikitita, jikaboo, or what have you. I'm the Jik you know and ever will know.