8 posts tagged “qotd”

Tell us about a lesson you had to learn the hard way.

"Letting go"

That is the hardest things that I learned from my past. I could tell you more about it but I'd rather not. The details of my story are too much to open up but I have learned that I should always keep in mind of things to say and things that I should keep.

Letting go also goes with a lot of things. It comes with trust, forgiveness and acceptance, am I right?

When I say trust, it's just like letting go of your partner's hand when you're together. From some of my experience, there was a guy who I was with and couldn't let go of my hand even if I just need to pick something up or fix my hair. It didn't take long for me to see that he was really possessive of me. Especially when I'm going out with my guy friends without him. That relationship ended up quickly.

Forgiveness - letting go of the pain and the bad things that one has dealt on you is one of the hard part in anyone's account. They say, "forgive and forget" but it's hard to forgive if you can't forget. Forgetting is also part of letting go. There is someone out there who I can't forgive as he ruined my life back in college and ruined my trust. In the years that went through, I can say that I forgive him but I can't say that I can forget what he did.

Acceptance - accepting that you are wrong is also something that's attached with pride. Accepting that you're not that strong or you're not that kind of person who you want to be. When you finally get to the point of accepting who you are as to letting go some of your pride then that is when you should strive to be a better person, right? That is what I think, anyway.

This is what I got. o_o

1. The Reason - Hoobastank
2. Rock with you - Alicia Keys
3. Bought and Sold - Wolfgang
4. Shoot me again - Metallica
5. The World I know - Collective Soul
6. Stranger by Day - Shades Apart (I don't know how this got into my iPod
7. Runaway Train - Soul Asylum
8. Steal My Sunshine (same goes here
9. Show my love - tatu
10. NeutralBS2.mp3 - RF Online BGM(<-- the best!! lols... solus settlement... but it's some-what a relaxing music. kinda classical, ne? LOL! who am I kidding?)

What's your musical horoscope?  (Put your player on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up.)
Inspired by Stephanie.  

Who taught you how to cook?
Submitted by Donna.

I actually don't like cooking but know how to cook rice without using a rice cooker. I'm really lazy when it comes to cooking. I remember, my first time to cook rice, I was only eight years old at that time. No one thought me how to cook rice and I burnt it so from that moment on, my dad taught me how cook simple menus and especially how to slice chop onions without getting all teary-eyed.

I was in grade six at that time and I distinctly remember that it was Saturday morning. I was at home with my mother and she told me that I should learn how to cook pasta. She gave me a recipe book. She asked me what kind of pasta I would like to make, since I love carbonara the most that is what I chose.

My mom didn't tell me on what to do and just watched me cook at the kitchen. I guess, my mom has confidence in me that I can do it on my own. While boiling the pasta, I didn't let it just boil and simmer. I watched over it and stir once in a while and play with the fire trying not to over heat the pasta. After that was done, I went to make the sauce. I followed everything on that recipe book, except for one. I added my own touch of ingredient. I placed the sauce in a ceramic bowl with a matching cover and the pasta on another.

My brother came home from school and went straight to have some pasta. I know my brother and I aren't as best buds and most of the time he and I fight. I went to my room when I saw him eating, I didn't wait for any reaction. Instead of going straight to my room, I sat at the stairs trying to eves drop on what conversation may come at the kitchen. My brother said that that carbonara was really good and wanted to have second servings. He then asked who made the carbonara and my mom said that I did. My brother shouted saying to me that the carbonara was really good and that I should cook some more. That was the only time that I can remember having a compliment from him and that's the only time I remember that I gave a genuine smile. A smile that I know I made my brother happy for a point in time.

How did you meet your current, or most recent, significant other?

It all started when I played the MMORPG "RF Online" (RFO). There was a time that I got bored of my game and I wanted to really promote my role playing and hopefully people will catch up. I created a supposedly online "tabloid" for the RF Online game. My character, Neoma, a quiet person who supposedly dreamed to be a reporter. She (or I, rather) created a magazine called "Anacaade Tattler".

The first time it was published, I only have one topic. I didn't want it to go on public at first but I showed it to one of my friends who also plays and then he goes off posting it on the main forum of RFO. About a few days later, my work became famous and I had to continue the magazine.

A few weeks later before February, when I was playing in-game. Someone messaged me and it was "Iroqouis" (in-game name), he praised my work and that it was a good read. At that time, I was really "in-character" - meaning that I am role-playing my Neoma. I wasn't intentionally trying to fool him but I thought he was also a role player from the way he talked. A few conversations later, I ran out of ideas on what to add in my Tattler and so I asked him if he wanted to submit an article. He wasn't interested but he pointed out one of his good friends that might be able to help.

Krallis, the one known as 'the beast' in-game. At that time, I was just playing within my own world not minding other people whether they know how to role play or not. I was in a guild who are more of a role player than a 'PVP' (player vs player) type. As for me, I am a mixed of both. I like role playing and at the same time be good at fighting. That is one thing that really had me going in playing "Ragnarok" for three years. Anyway, I sent Krallis a message for the first time. I was still role playing and I think he knew that I was. At the time, I was delighted to see someone who also role-plays outside the guild (even for a bit). From this moment on, he and I started to know each other in-game.

A month has passed and I had problems with the guild I was in and left. For a week, I was guildless and the people I knew was inviting me. I went to another guild for a while since I know that guild is also a role-playing guild. I made knew friends. I told them that I might stay in the guild temporarily since I wasn't really sure on how they would treat me. Within those months, I was trying to level on my own but I couldn't since there were a lot of Accretians (a different race), they were running amok at the gates of my race's base. Luckily, Krallis was in the same map and I asked for help. Not sooner than later, he and his party came to the rescue. I followed them and joined their party, since my character was a healer (a mystic) I was able to help them stay alive while having a fight. Within that moment, I started hanging out with them as we level. A month later, I once again went back to my old guild and tried to fix things.

In the process of still trying to maintain my Tattler, I managed to know who's the guild master of the ClanRogueWolf. I wanted to do an interview on him for my article but he wanted me to see him at their "HQ" (Head Quarters. The station 168). As much as I wanted to go, I couldn't and I can't for the reason if that I get so un-easy of the place with too many people who I do not know. Krallis, who's real name is Chris (or Christian), knows about my condition. I had this condition ever since I could remember but I don't let it over come me. Still, I need a bit of help every once in a while. I need someone to accompany in certain places where I don't feel comfortable in. It'll take a lot of guts for me to even step inside a certain place. So, within those times... I always pass the Station 168 but couldn't go in. I would always have second thoughts and my heart would just start pumping too much blood.

In the Middle of March, I was invited by Brion, (the guild master) of the ClanRogueWolf (CRW) and also where Krallis and Iroqouis founded. They invited me if I wanted to go on a 'Pit Boss' hunt with them. It wasn't the first time that they invited me to join them on a hunt but also to hunt in other races' map. I was thrilled, it has been a long time since I went on a raid and to find a party that sticks together. On the night of where the 'Pit Boss' will appear, Brion was inviting me to joining their guild. I wasn't really sure but I know how their guild goes. It was something, I've been looking for, just like the guilds I had in 'ragnarok'. People who sticks together and help each other.

One of the requirements in joining their guild is that I should show up at their HQ but they let me in the guild anyway. Long after, Chris had an OJT (on the job training) and it was very close to my office. So, he would drop by and hang out with me. Funny how things a conversation would lead to another. I've learned a lot about him and how he and I like almost the same thing and found out that he and I had the same hate with a certain guy. Soon enough, he'd drop by my office when before I go home. I usually walk home so he would accompany me. He find it nice to have those "long walks and long talks". One day, I wanted to meet the other members of the CRW and Chris offered that he'll help me go to there.

A few days later, he said 'I love you' to me and I couldn't believe it. I wasn't sure and I've been traumatized too many times upon hearing someone said those words to me. A week later, I asked him to stop what he's doing I was too scared and I started saying things about my ex. Things that I shouldn't have said and that was that. He and I somehow stopped talking as often as we used to. There also came a time when I became jealous when we were at an event and he was talking to a girl and being close to her. I wanted to bang myself through a wall if this were an anime scene.

October 1, at the big event of the company that hosts the RFO game I was asked to be a commentator for the Bellato race and so was Chris. Before we could start, I talked to Chris and joked around with him about some certain things that he might blurt out while on the microphone. I know him that much and I am concern about what might happen if things go wrong. On that night, I realized and asked myself why did I act like that. For sure, I didn't really care much about a lot of things but it hit me. I care about the guy; I care about Chris. That was the last time he and I saw each other, since I resigned from the company I was in and he finished his ojt and started working in a call center.

Around mid December, I received a gift check from the office and all I could think of threating out at that time was the guild. The GC will exprire at December 31 and I knew that people will be out of touch after December 24. So, it was a sudden invite.

December 23, I invited everyone in the CRW for dinner at TGIF (Thank God, It's Friday). Only two of the guild mate were able to join. At the end of the night, they left and I looked for a cab. It took me an hour or so but couldn't find one. So, I decided to take a walk even if my heels were killing me. I then received a text message from Chris that he apologize for not being able to go and was in the area and asked me for coffee.

I was already half way home and too tired to think, I replied if he wants to see me he can drop by my place. He did and we talked. He said that he still loves me and I believed.

What were your New Year's resolutions for 2006?  How did you do?

I didn't make any resolution this 2006 because I didn't want to expect anything from it. It was rather a harsh opening for me in 2006. Now that I'm long gone from my previous office, I kinda miss the times when I felt the pressure that I get from that office. Then again, I am glad that I 'm no longer there. I just miss most of the people's quirkiness. The location of the building also is, in lack of better terms, favorable.

What is a New Year's Resolution, anyway? If one would only say things but never really keep them. For me, I don't like making promises that I can't keep. This year, I won't have any resolution, I'll just do what I do best... live the life that I want.

Happy New Year to everyone!

What's on your holiday wish list?

Gawd! I have so many wishes. Simple wishes; big wishes; selfish wishes; selfless wishes. But none of that matters if you or any one doesn't believe in them. Over the past days, weeks, and months; I wish I knew what I was doing. If I were to have my wish, I would wish that my friends live happily; that my favorite cousin would finally find her own happiness; that my aunt would stop being such a nag (but then again...I love her the way she is).

These wishes are for selfish reasons. Want to know why? Because seeing my family being well and happy, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside then I wouldn't be feeling miserable and I'll forget my own problems. What is my holiday wish? World peace? that would be such a trite, wouldn't it?

If I were to read most of the submitted post about this QotD, I might just as well start being cynical and chase all those hopes and dramas away. But I won't, since this is also one of my hopes and dramas. I have been blunt for over three years. Blunt is also next to being cynical and believe me I was cynical since 1999. Terrible years. If you've known me since then, I'm thinking you'd be laughing right now. Remembering, how much I would try to bring down the concept of living and love; Remembering, how I try to understand the meaning of the universe; how boring life is without having any pain. Because pain shows us how much human we are. But enough of that.

So that past three years, I turned a little softer. Now, I don't know if I am still (maybe just a tad bit). I guess having a huge fight over who I love the most had its payback. I chose the man I love over my life then everybody else hates me. Or at least I think they did. One thing, I'm sure why I love my family is that they will still take me as I am and they know I will surely do the same. Because they are indeed a "family". I would sometimes say that I love my half-brother more than my own blood-brother. But that might just be a tad lie because I do love them both as much as the other. Saying it is different from doing it. I would actually submit my own health and my own life just for the people I love. Isn't that so selfish?

They say, "be careful of what you wish for, you might just get it."

I remember a couple of years back, I wished for something that I shouldn't have. It was Christmas and I wished that everyone else in my family would be happy even if it would cause my own happiness. That didn't work out very well. Since, I was miserable for a time. I dragged along this line of pain; a chain of guilt. Which is why I was unhappy and which is why some of my family is also unhappy. Later on, I realized that even how hard you try to save someone in your family's happiness you can't do it by your own. I figured that if you live your own life and make yourself happy and share that to them, that is one way of making them happy as well. Now that is what I think of not being selfish. Still it's so easy to say and it's really hard to do. When all these years, I've dragged myself too far down to the strength to pull myself up again.

I am glad that I have friends, who in their own way try as much, to have me into their own lives and be part of their family and share their happiness. A few weeks ago, I was invited by my cousin's wedding and I may have felt a bit of bitterness since I'm seeing my cousin moving on with her life and at the same time I was happy since I am part of that life. Also goes to one of my friends who also got married.

Believe me, being there at the reception seeing old faces and remembering old times (which weren't a pleasant one but there are still little things that I know how they became my friends). Being part of a family or circle of friends has one common thing, because they are there. No strings; no expectations; just being there. This tells you how much I am afraid of being alone. I am so scared to live alone and, YET!, I am living on my own. How ironic?!

How does that connect to my holiday wish and what is my holiday wish, really? I guess my wish would be simple, "I wish for this holiday season if that I'd always be a part of their life. (even if its just for a small part, I'd be happy if you take me.)"

I just want to be loved

What are some of your favorite holiday traditions?
Submitted by sami711.

I can't remember much of the traditions that my family has done over the years. There were a few moments that I remember when I was young. Ever since I got out of the house, I've spent most of the time by myself, my brother and my cats. I sometimes be visiting my parents at their place and then leave when the night has come. I spent most of my time at work rather than with my family.

The one most probably be my favorite holiday tradition is the family's "New year celebration" at a private hot spring. There are some years that we would forget doing the tradition since it's either we don't have the money or one of my parents couldn't come with us. This tradition only applies to my mother and her relatives. Don't ask me about my relatives from my dad's side (heh) we just do things too differently.

From what I remember, when I was a kid. At the first break of dawn on January 1, my mother or my grand mother would wake me and my brother up to bring down back-packs that we fixed the night or the day before. If me and my brother would not get out of bed from the moment my mother calls out, my dad would come to our room with a cold and wet face towel then he would wipe our faces in order to wake up. It sometimes be very annoying to have woken up in that manner but that's my dad.

The moment we get out of the bed, we would wash up and dress then wait outside the garage for my other cousins with their children who's coming along and packed with all sorts of home made cookings sealed in different Tupperware in their car.

The drive would be a two to three hour trip down south to Cavite or pass further to where we can rent out a place that has a pool in the hot springs area. I'd either sleep while they drive or find something to pass the time. While my dad drive, my brother would listen to his MP3 player or play some stupid game on his cellphone. My mom would chat with her sister along with my dad. I would just look outside the window thinking that I should just be at home. Yes, I'm not much of an out going person. I'm not the all happy kind of person but I never let an occasion such as this slip away without even thinking. My parents - they may not be the Brady bunch but they took care of me and raised me. They have passed their knowledge of how one should treat their family. As they would always say when I was a kid, "always stick with your family because they will always be there for you."

My grandmother died a few years later when I was still in college, I thought the tradition would stop but my mother kept it. The last time that I had this "tradition" was two years ago. Last year, I wasn't able to go since I got sick. Anyway, spending a whole day with a family even if you're really not close with them still has those warm fuzzy feeling. Seeing them smile, laugh and enjoying the time. January 1 is almost here, I should remind my mom about the tradition. Try to at least show them that I'm still part of the family. ^_^

Hope you guys enjoy your holidays.

What are the things in life that you're truly passionate about? 
Submitted by Jess.

I could say almost with everything that I do. This is also something pops in my head. Being an "OC" (obsessive-compulsive) type. I'm not entirely OC on everything but on little things on which only  few people could notice. As for being passionate, taking the meaning from the dictionary

pas·sion·ate /ˈpæʃənɪt/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[pash-uh-nit]
3.expressing, showing, or marked by intense or strong feeling; emotional: passionate language.

I show that through my art; work (yes, work); poems; stories; friends;

An art cannot be truly art if there's nothing in it. If you can't feel anything when you see that design, that is not art, to your own view (anyway). I don't know if I even make sense to anyone else. I previously posted something about having a request. I also posted that in my deviantart. Some already understood that it was sort of a hidden message. Some of them didn't care much to find the answer, why is this? I would think they're not into it. Some people don't take things seriously or just didn't care.

That is what I often tell myself, people may take me lightly and some might think of me seriously. I should take everything as is. Where did the passion go? It never went anywhere. The passion is within you just as much as you believe on yourself; on your work; on your skills; on God.

If you figured that much out then good for you.

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