Eccentric Soul

After 5 years in Indonesian prison, Mary Jane Veloso was sentenced to die on April 28 because of drug trafficking. Mary Jane was a victim of such crime last 2011. She was just trying to support her family and hope to find a better job in Indonesia when her recruiter deceived her by giving her a suitcase filled with more than two kilograms of heroine. With high hopes of doing a proper job in Indonesia and support her family, landing in the said country, she was shocked and defeated when the authorities found the suitcase with drugs and later on was imprisoned since.  After 5 years, we, the Filipino people, just heard about the situation just now. Maybe if not for some people who knew about this since had an uproar when the Indonesian Pres. Joko Widodo gave the death penalty for Mary Jane. By then, many have rallied in the Indonesian embassy and other places, asking for justice and some, most especially those who cannot rally, are posting prayers and support for the justice for Mary ...

There are three things I do when my life falls apart Number one I cry my eyes out and dry up my heart Not until I do this will my new life start So that’s the first thing that I do when my life falls apart. Oh, the second thing I do is I close both of my eyes And say my thank-yous to each and every moment of my life. I go where I know the love is and let it fill me up inside Gathering new strength from sorrow, I’m glad to be alive. Things are looking up I know above the clouds the sun is shining Things are looking up Love is still the answer I'm relying On Three little things Things are looking up The third thing that I do now when my world caves in, is I pause, I take a breath, and bow and I let that chapter end. I design my future bright not by where my life has been. And I try, try, try, try, try again. Yes I try, try, try, try, try again. Things are looking up I know beyond the dark the sun is rising Things are looki...

I remember, we were just talking about head transplant during psychology class - the possibility of it and the harm it might bring to the people who will be under this operation. There was also one dystopian series that I have read written by Neal Shusterman wherein the society are more invested into developing transplants instead of medicine. They call the process as Unwinding - a bill that suggests deviant teenagers may undergo the said process wherein they donate their body parts and organ (as in everything) in certain people or in an organ bank. Well, that was scary. Anyway, here's the article about the current and will be first ever head transplant:

“People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely. It's too easy not to make the effort, then weep and wring your hands after the person dies.” ― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

They will say "No, you should do this." "No! Do that!" "I think that you're doing it wrong." "What are you trying to do? Don't do that but this, I am sure this is for you." People will just try to dictate your life and you will feel obliged to do it because sometimes you feel like you're not in the position to do something different than what path they are taking or what they have taken. People will spill you words or plan of action for you without hearing what is it you really wanted in life, not really listening to what is your interest, skills or talents. These are the people you don't have to listen to. They are only minding their own life and don't have any genuine concern with yours. You might thought that they are opportunity makers but they are really just not. They are just people who do things to make themselves feel good, not the people around them. Don't take their advice but appreciate their efforts though.

Monica graduated! Yaaay! But first, let me tell you about Monica. 

I once told by you, a friend, to stop reading wonderful books, theories, histories and myths because it's slowly making me weird which then leads you to stop following my train of thoughts and stories. By then, I understand you because really, I blame myself because I can't stop talking about it even though I can notice that little by little you and the others stop listening while I'm on the middle of my story and that somehow feels painful than anyone could ever know because aside from the fact that they don't listen, that I look silly and weird and ignored, the more painful thing is that friends should be there to support you, may you can be silly or weird, they don't necessarily have to listen but it was a sad feeling of being shut down, as if you don't matter. A friend loves you for who you are, a friend is a person who is always there - weird or not, he/she must understand and accept each other's weirdness and not try to change it and eliminate it. Wha...