Inspired by a Smile

In today’s age of mobile phones and Internet, I rarely see people smiling. You might think this weird, because in truth, there is no correlation between technology and happiness, right? But why is it somewhat, if not closely, related?

I am no scientist, nor have I conducted experiments to back up my theory, but I believe that in some ways, our happiness depends on how less technology we have. You could go for the shallow reasoning where: if you have an expensive phone, you’re worried it’ll get stolen, as compared to having a not so expensive phone, you’ll think less of it. Thus, the subtle happiness with a less technological object.

I remembered my bus ride the other day, going to work. An elderly man was using, if you believe me, a Nokia 3310. I thought it was vintage and cool, and without meaning to, I thought out loud “What a nice phone, sir!” To which, the elderly man laughed. This actually started our conversation where he explained that having this phone is less of a hassle than using a smart phone.

Mind you, this man might not have been older than 65, but he’s content, and looking around the bus, it looked like he’s the happiest. I can tell because I read people as I go along in life, and he had a smile most people try to fake with difficulty. There was, I thought, a kind of smile that you can never get from people who are paid to smile while they serve you, the genuine happy smile. I believe you know what I mean by this, and if you don’t, I pity you.

More to the point why I think that technology slowly blocks our happiness, is that people see more of the unpleasant bordering to crude news about everything. We think that by seeing the “news” be it good or bad, we’re being well informed. However, we are just feeding our paranoia and fear. You might disagree with me, but you see it too, you just don’t want to admit it, because you’re leaning on one side of it.

With the Internet in our fingertips, it’s really easy to search absolutely everything. Like earlier today, while driving home, I was not sure what the toll prices were since it isn’t where I usually come from, but by typing it on my phone, I was able to find out exactly how much. (Php83 from Sucat exit going to Mamplasan) This was loads helpful to me who had limited funds at the time, but it proves my point of how easy and convenient it is to search for things on the Internet.

Like the other day, there was a killing near our place, even without me searching for it, it was there. I knew about it without intending to. This is how our world revolves now, the more you know, the better. For me, it even came to a point where I was relying on social media and the Internet to know about news instead of watching the actual news at night.

This is also why, I believe that the satirical sites have popped up like mushrooms in a forest. People swallow everything they read off the world wide web and question nothing! (I am not excused, but I had once fallen for such baiting over the Internet) 

This, I believe, greatly impedes our happiness.

This has gone on for so long already where the only reason why I started writing this is because of the security guard who greeted me a “Merry Christmas” when entering the premises. He wore the smile that I was telling you about, and it lifted my spirits enough to write this.


Filipino’s Indifference

The Filipino people have too much hate right now.
Hate for the Marcoses

Hate for the Pro/Anti Marcoses

Hate for the Government

Hate for the President

Hate for the Chinese

Hate for the minority

Hate for the majority

Hate for the media

Hate for the race

Hate for the color

Hate for the gender

The list goes on, I’m sure. In all honesty, there is only one thing that we should all hate and that is indifference between us all. Check yourself: when was the last time you cared for someone in secret? When did you do good without anybody seeing? When was the last time you fought for the weak?
There will always be hatred in this world, but we will always be Filipinos. Even if your passport says otherwise. Love should always conquer hate and indifference. Even if you’re fighting for a cause, fight so that the other side understands and not to prove that they are wrong. Things might, well, will, get heated and it’s up to you how to react to it.
I myself am not a fighter, I’m not even a writer, I am just content. Content with the life I live even when things don’t go my way. I hate conflict. I hate confrontation. I believe in opinions, facts. I believe in someones ability to think, even if it’s as absurd as pigs flying.
But you might argue that conflict can never be truly avoided, and I know that to be true. It never can and it never will be avoided, but how you react to conflict is whats important.
I remember that I read somewhere: “do not react to the situation, act on it.” It took me quite some time to realize what that meant, but maybe for you, you already know. It’s one thing to say it, hear it, and understand it, and another to live it. Normally, nowadays, we react to the news that we hear, to the videos that we watch, to the songs that we hear. But never do we act. We feel either sorry or disgruntled by the beggar in the street thinking along the lines like “why doesn’t he just get a job.” I admit, I am like this. But how you act with the situation should define you, and not just your reaction.
Maybe it’s just me, I’m just seeing a lot of hate in this world, and I’m growing sicker and sicker of it day by day. Maybe, I’m just missing the good old days where I get to play outside without a care in the world and that the news is something that only grown-ups care about, something that is annoying because it’s not animated like Tom and Jerry. I guess, it’s just me. 
Sorry for ranting, but who are you to even criticize me? Right? Why am I even saying sorry to you for reading my thoughts? Fuck you and your opinions. Post them, like me, hate me, love me, or despise me. I don’t give a rats ass. 😉



I know we haven’t seen each other, or even talked, in a long time. But I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I want you to know that I miss you.
Not like “I regret what happened” or even “I want to see you again.” Just “I miss you.” Full stop. It’s strange to think that someone I used to know so well is now a total stranger. That I sometimes go entire days without thinking of you even a little.

Most of the time, I let myself forget, because it’s easier. But then I find something… an old letter, or a picture you drew, slipped in the pages of a book I haven’t read in years, and the full weight of what’s been lost comes crashing down on me. But this isn’t regret.

We had reasons for ending it, and they’re as valid as ever. But back at the start, we didn’t need reasons for anything. It all just happened. We had our common interests, or similar goals… We got along really well. And we didn’t need a reason to fall in love. We just did.

The reasons came at the end, and everything that’s happened since has been all about reasons. And that’s good. It means one day I might find someone I won’t have to say goodbye to. But a part of me misses just loving someone and knowing they love you back, and that’s all. I guess what I’m saying is, I hope things are good with you. I hope everything is great.

I hope you found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. And I hope I find that too. But a small part of me hopes that you still remember what it was like before all the reasons and that you miss me, too.

Disclaimer: This post is NOT my work. I encoded it from a post off of and made a few alterations to it to better describe my feelings to my ex. I have NO intention in taking credit for this work. I don’t know who posted it first, but underneath this disclaimer is the post where I got it from.

This is the post where I got it: