According to the website, this is my 260th blog entry in this forgotten website and while that doesn't require any celebration, it's a cool fact. I've taken this blogsite in another direction, with other social network sites being more public and more well-known. While I've posted some things on those websites, they do not entirely define what yours truly is made of (I will no longer post my name to avoid being Googled). I am back to being the king! Here in this site, I will relay thoughts and opinions that are quite intimate and downright opposite the facade that I usually show these days. There's only so much that maturity and personal growth can take you, but when you lean on the art of writing, it can be your personal haven. This may be some dumb rip-off of One Tree Hill, but nevertheless, it's quite helpful. Yes, having your personal life plastered in the internet can be okay, as long as you have a bit of privacy.
The last time I wrote something here was last May. That time, I was just a regular student trying to finish his studies, preparing for the next part of my life, and somewhat living a decent life. As of right now, I've just finished with my studies and just using the holidays as a relaxation period before plunging into the world of work. In short, I'm currently a bum. Hopefully, I'll get a good job by next year. So to all business companies out there, give me a holler. ;)
As of yesterday, I was ready for the "real" world next year. Why? Because despite of how the world has been this year, I'm actually doing okay. I have a proper education with no disciplinary precautions to take note of. By the grace of God, my family is doing well both financially and emotionally, which I am lucky. I have friends who were raised well and whom I can trust, except when money is at stake. Joke. Most importantly, I am ready, or so I thought. After all, I display a decent work ethic, a nimble and logical mind, a tough skin, and what a wrestler in WWE would call an indestructible soul. Heck, I've also been active in organizations in school, I have talent in writing and I'm pretty cultured as well. To the naked eye, that's a ready person. But what's wrong? Well, it's funny how a pointless website like Facebook can give you a harsh dose of reality. If you watched the movie Transformers, which is one of the coolest movies ever, notice the part when the soldiers in the city were about to fight Blackout (the helicopter of the Decepticons). What one of the soldiers said was that the weak part of the robots was the chest. That applies also to yours truly.
While it's quite evident that my pectoral muscles aren't ripped or hard, what's worse is what it covers, and I don't mean the rib cage. We can all agree that as young adults, we live somewhat of a busy life, whether it's school or at work. But when we get home and we look at ourselves at the mirror, that little amount of time can be beneficial in seeing what we are made of. When I look at myself, I could barely see a heart. It's not that I don't have a passion in life, nor I am a cold guy, it's just that I cannot forget or ignore things that I should. Somehow, I can't accept change well for the days of yesterday were somewhat great and a safe zone to myself. I try so hard to bring back the days of the past, to the point that I hold back and refuse what's been given in front of me. I am haunted by past experiences, past failures, past hardships. What I do to battle these things is well, the good things in the past. I prefer going to the movies because that's what me and my friends would regularly do when we were young. I enjoy 90's music more because they remind me of my childhood. And yes, the same applies to my personal life. This has to stop now and I can't believe some damn website gave me a reality check.
For next year, the king will no longer hold back. The king will accept change gracefully, as if the past never happened. This is a different ballgame, a different mindset. When I can't find the answers to my previous questions, I'll just change what I'm gonna ask. This is a second chance for Joppy V., a second coming. Things will be different, I gurantee it. PEACE! - rJv
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