4 Things to Remind Yourself in Times of Intimidation

So friends and I went clubbing last Friday and it was such a big deal to me, for it has been a decade since the last time I ruled the dance floor and introduced Crunk N’ B to the masses. Well maybe Ciara did it first, maybe Flo Rida. But as far as I’m concerned it suddenly became a ‘thing’ here in my place after harassing DJs for it to be included in their playlist and bribing bouncers because they always call for security.

The club we went clubbing to is one of Cebu’s high-ends. Naturally you wouldn’t go there looking like you’re auditioning for The Lord of the Rings as Gandalf's stunt double. The glitz and glamour of Elven heights would be too much.
Let’s get real REAL here: people don’t go to clubs to dance. That was in the 80s.

People are said to be more accommodating with strangers in the club than those they meet in other places (e.g. church, malls, in the chimney, etc.). Hence, the if-you-wanna-hookup-go-to-the-club attitude. I was persuaded to come thinking I could burn what I’ve had for the day in high-octane screamin’ and dancing.

Personally, the event that night reminded me why I didn't go clubbing for almost a decade: that place is full of people with fame, wealth and to some extent physical attributes I secretly want to have. For a young-adult growing up and trying to find himself in a world so materialistic, these worldly features are desirable. Very very desirable.

4 Things a Monthlong FaceBook Detox Will Make You Realize

The sad thing about discovering things and eventually falling in love with them is you’ll burn out and would soon find yourself listening to Damien Rice records – it’s a hard battle trying to recapture the spark that once ignited such connection. This happened to me and FaceBook last July.

I woke up one miserable morning, screaming, and suddenly felt burned-out from all the status updates, trashing, and cat pictures my newsfeed had been showing me in FaceBook.
When I started using FaceBook back in ( I can’t really recall, late 2007 maybe?) I knew the platform would eventually take over the world because it didn't have Friendster’s “Who’s Viewed Me” feature. It is simply too constricting. For instance, I want to check this person without them knowing I did check their profile (not until I'm sure they ain't psycho or posers and clicking 'Add as Friend' would feel instantaneous), because let's get real here: getting caught stalking back then is tantamount to shoplifting with your face not hidden from them CCTVs. It is mild but equally humiliating.

And so networking growth had been sluggish and your real-life friends are mostly your Friendster friends.

B-O-R-I-N-G.

The 4 'No Mores' of Living the Single's Life Back

It's been almost a year since I've broken free of the shackles 'relationships' have put upon my fragile body. Nothing could be uglier than losing the only thing you thought could finally make you feel something and fearing, night and day, the debris of the destruction aka 'Can I go back to the life I used to have?'

The experience was a real eye-opener for me, and it made me appreciate the lifestyle I've had for the long time more than ever. While I've suffered emotions I haven't dealt with before, I am grateful for the maturity it caused me. Peter Pan, finally, grew some beard.

A year after, it's funny how those fears didn't really materialize. I was, since the dawn of the dinosaurs, an introverted individual who is content and happy with discovering life in a lone wolf’s way. Now that I'm free and is breathing onto life one inhale at a time, these 4 'No Mores' are again finally making me whole and peaceful:

Emotional Stress
I used to only stress about people spitting in public or my finances not keeping up with the level of seafood intake I need to take. Having a relationship with a goal to meet halfway of any situation brought these emotional stress I was not really ready to experience and quite frankly I don't really need.