Slumber World

Many would definitely agree if I say that sleeping is the one of the sweetest pleasures in life. It puts you to rest and takes you to a brand new different world. The dream world is a realm that is seemingly unfathomable. Dreaming is like a fine link between sleep and memory, and there is always that random desire of wanting to remember each scrambled segment of your dreams, putting them together like a puzzle to create a grander story of reality. Some people claim that our dreams are the projection of what we want to happen in reality. Some folks believe that dreams provide an omen for significant tragedies. It doesn't matter where your belief goes; dreams are what they are, and it is entirely up to the dreamer to stick with a belief that he would like to hold on to.

It is kind of ironic. Unlike other people's perspectives about dreaming, mine's about creativity. Every sleeping session is an opportunity to project and showcase creativity to a myriad of slumber events. Put it this way. Think solid and concrete in an abstract world. Think about "Inception". Ha!

Now let me ask you this -- What is your take regarding sleeping? :)

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This is what I get for reading about a lot of sleeping disorders. Haha! I was reading about central sleep apnea. Lost? Maybe you need a sleep guide or something.

Insane With Love Songs? Read On.

More often than not, new love songs appear to be boring. The tendency of songwriters pushing it too much is getting a little bit of an understatement. That's why the new releases of love songs are pretty much repetitive. If you really think about it, the songs don't pull much of a story. It's like a 5th grader project that your music teacher gave you, and you have three solid hours to complete a love song. Before you know it, you're pulling out some lyrics out of word limbo, and VOILA, here comes a love song. Okay, you put some monotone to it and you have a hit. People are too busy with their lives to even notice that it's like a paganism chant of the new millenium. Don't people even notice that the tempo of those newly-composed love songs are slowly turning out to be crappy? It's either too fast, or too upbeat to even feel it. What the worst part of this agony is, when a love song hits its climax, a rap comes by to save the day. These are the types of songs that people enjoy. Don't you think it needs a second thought? I believe so.

I might as well get my favorite cup of coffee, and care about these speed quotes, photography quotes, and love quotes that have substance.

Inspire. Speak Up. Live.

Your principle could influence anybody’s life – it could make you change the way other people think; it could push an action towards change; and, at rare instances, it could even change how the world flows. The mind is a complex faculty that has the power to control everything. The only catch is when you ruminate about what’s happening in the real world, most of principles are stuck in dormancy. How many times have you felt in your life that you are trapped in a box without any room for growth? This happens mostly in the workplace where everything is taken as a routine. When you feel like there’s no more learning point, then you always have your options. You always have an option. It wouldn’t hurt to do a little bit of swerving to know how it’s like to be on the other end. Never lack the guts and the courage to overcome staying on the safe side. Otherwise, you are plainly getting by in your life. Have you ever spoken up for something that you believe in? Have you ever fought for a principle regardless of how many people oppose to your way of thinking? If not, that’s a shame. I call that mental slavery. You deprive your mind on what it’s capable of delivering.

Think outside the box. How could you translate your thoughts into action? Share what you think. Speak up.

Here are some quotes by great people that you can apply. You can also try searching for some education quotes to live by. There are also inspiring quotes about nature, ocean quotes, and more.

Just Ranting

I've always been thinking why every single time I get back to blogging, I would try to craft a post or two, and go elsewhere. I guess it's in human nature that people want to brag all the significant things happening in their lives; I find it satisfying to brag it by writing all the awe-inspiring shindig in my mediocre life. So with the lack of blog post, it's either one of these two things -- I'm living too fabulously to even care about writing, or stagnation had gone to be an understatement.

The latter would always be the most believable.

My previous posts always tackled boring-to-the-bones topics. Somehow, I find it enthusiastically motivating to discuss my love life as if it were the cure to cancer. And I find it surprisingly disgusting that I did write my heart out in a lot of blog posts to become a temporary filler for the outburst of excitement. I guess I am deprived of friends that's why I keep sharing these must-be-private moments. It's quite ironic that I despise people who overly share about their feelings in every social media platform -- knowing that I, for sure, am one of these frantic social worms.

Here's to another time saying "I'm back!"

The tides need to flow right. Seriously.

On Being Baffled

I guess when you want something so much, and you put so much effort to getting it, you will only be left with one question -- "Are you ready for the change?"

It was around a day-turning minute last night when I had my interview for a position that I desire. Little do I know that it is going to be that spontaneous. I was waiting for the clock to strike twelve so that I can get my ass off from the office when my supervisor called me. For whatever mystified reason it may be, I staggered my way to him and asked, "Why boss?"

"You will have your interview now." he mumbled as he was dragging me to the office laboratory for the interview.

Inside the laboratory room, I attempted to get myself to the right composure which I found to be a struggle considering the noisy wrestling game serving as a major distraction, and the air conditioning torture that you will feel like somehow trapped in the North Pole. It did not only leave me brainfrozen, but also nervous. It came to me that the universe is not one with me on this particular time. I just convinced myself that I do not need to impress the interviewer; I just need to answer from the heart.

The interview lasted for roughly ten minutes. I had been incoherent for a time that left my interviewer perplexed at some point during the interview. I admit that I wasn't able to deliver my best answers but those answers couldn't get any truer. It was exhaled directly from my purest intentions without any desire to flatter nor boast. I believe I would be okay with the results of the interview after the interviewer revealed that we are going to be informed next week on who's going to be shortlisted.

It is a good try, at least... especially when you meant every word that you said.

The Love that I Know

When I was young, I thought love is all about the good things in the world. I had been exposed to the conventional way of taking perspectives about the greatest virtues by the most positive viewpoint a human should have. It was in high school when nuns instilled in my mind that love is about sacrificing for another. Love has exceeded its way and has been emulated to that of the most religious extending extremely to the most romantically tragic. Can you define love in a killer one-liner statement? I can.

Okay, I can’t. I know that love is something vague. I know that its grand sense cannot be explained and elaborated to full understanding in just one seating. Love is something that binds your totality with this world and at times intertwined with your purpose.

Honestly speaking, love has a lot of forms. Love can be associated with heaps of acceptable feelings. But let’s make it easy this time – we are not going to trek this topic to hypocrisy and discuss about it basing from factual biased studies. Let us discuss it subjectively. After all, subjective means exciting.

Love had been long forgotten by me. Time was testing my patience to the point that I let my Disney dreams be succumbed by frustration. I gave up without leaving a trace of hope even in its minutest form.

Just last week, the tide of romantic goodness became a bit generous on my favor. It just came. It was like a grand recall that I am still actually capable of feeling it. Genuinely testifying with much honesty, there was a moment that I thought love was fiction. Last week was different. There was somebody who came into my life and added color to it (yuck, I just hated the adjectives that I used but I can’t think of something more suitable to describe what I feel on my end…). Even if we’re doing silly things together – those simple stares; those simple spontaneous talks; those silly moments that you feel like dumb but they feel fun doing anyway – it made us happy. Nothing compares when you just feel alive from the inside. I know that something different occurred to me.

I am certain that I do not have the ability to explain and define love.

But I can feel it.

Spark

Spark?

How do we exactly define its existence? The only way to determine it is by subjectively speaking it out; it is some sort of ignition of a pre-relationship course. It can be compared to that of a relationship token that you can keep or lose.

Some people say that you can feel it inside. It's that magical feeling of romantic eccentricity -- something that you cannot explain, but you can feel. It authenticates your feelings to some sort of level of validation that marks the agreeing point that you are actually into someone. The gravity of likeness could be pointed out as something severe. It is something that drives you to do your romantic routine in an unconventional way, your motivation to be insanely but justifiably happy. That's how they define spark.

Honestly but subjectively speaking, I can say that I felt that spark one, two, many times. Some led to minor emotional agony while some lasted for a reasonable length of time.

Every person is subject to encountering the spark. I am sure you will find yours at the right time -- or if you already found it, good for you.

Before I end this post, let me tell you a secret.

I am feeling the spark right now -- I know that I'm bound to having sleepless nights of thinking how I could stop myself from screwing my sleep because all I could think about is that person.

Whew.