gullible

sino ba naman ang hindi matatakot dito

My family back in Surigao have sought refuge to the highlands after the local government alerted its masses for the possible tsunami to hit the province. My mother immediately fetched my extremely cute brother from school, packed some stuff, and went to the provincial capitol. People were crowding there, she said. I couldn't tell her not to and they were simply overreacting or exaggerating the situation, simply because i felt her anxiety. And I thought that there's no harm in believing the text sent by the local government, although the waste of time, effort and social-psychological unrest was unnecessary and avoidable.

A day after I learned that PUP canceled its classes because of the text message about some acid cloud to hit the country, it was said to incinerate the skin upon contact. I generally felt that it was absurd for the PUP president to do so, let alone admin, faculty, and students to believe the urgent message. Or did they comply for the sake of having a rest day? haha that is not my concern anymore ;p

Yesterday I read this, and I thought wow, there is actually a study about the gullible state of our fellowmen and country, let alone myself.

check out my old blog site

yea, i used to blog a lot way back the glorious days of multiply. the features of the site was pretty conducive to write.

here are some of my favorite entries, not that they're life-changing or anything


about katrina and hayden kho
random thoughts
the benefits of being dead (for a while)
more random thoughts
on al gore
behind a great woman is a stalker

Again

         I have a hard time coping with obsession. It gets to a point where it becomes a disease. It consumes me to an extent where my self worth gets a scrutinizing limelight. And we all know that self worth strings a whole mount of issues. This constant urge of mine of succeeding or attaining a goal has been quite draining, physically and psychologically, for the past few months—ever since I graduated from college. That’s roughly five months.

         It’s about time I get to ponder authentically. To actually ponder upon what I was pondering for the past five months... for the past five months I have been asking myself, “why am I not good enough? Why has the path to where I wanted to go suddenly turned into a mirage?” and the question of “what have I been doing?!”

These thoughts have consumed me, as if these were the very questions that I needed to answer. Now I know the appropriate question to ask myself, “Why have I been asking these questions?” And I realized that the questions I was asking myself were reflective of my fears. They were reflective of my anxiety. And most importantly, they were reflective of my insecurities.

      

       I chanced upon this old blogsite I created way back when I was a highschool student by simply google-ing my name (talk about conceited and star complex. haha!). It only had three blog entries. The last post is pretty embarrassing,  having this hideous picture of me, putangina i want to delete that blog!

      Moving on, The first blog was