One woman, who I watched grow, but never took the chance, is now engaged. 

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Fool me once, shame on you.

Cheating. It’s not fun. 

I was coming home from work, and the only thing I was looking forward to after a long day was cooking dinner with my girlfriend.

I remember as if it was yesterday, because I never felt so excited to come home from work. We exchanged messages such as, “I miss you very much”, “I can’t wait to see you tonight.” 

Later that night as we were cooking, I noticed I misplaced my phone. I walked to the living to see if it fell in-between the couch, but on my way there, I saw her phone laying facedown on the coffee table. I figured it would be much easier if I used her phone to call my number, instead of wasting time searching across the world for it.

You know that feeling when your gut sinks in? Or when your life falls apart like shattering glass? That is how it feels like to be cheated on, and I didn’t experience it until I flipped over her phone.

Yesterday was fun, can I come over tomorrow?”

I know for a fact that I didn’t see her yesterday, and tomorrow I was going to be out of town for business. 

I held my composure and continued the night as planned. Dinner, however, never felt so long and unappetizing. 

Our relationship ended a few days later. I confronted her about the text messages, and she cried while admitting to everything. 

One month following the breakup, she called me heartless after trying to reconnect with me. Little does she know, people who are heartless were people who once cared too much. 

Cheating. It’s not fun. If you cannot trust yourself to stay committed to your significant other, then end the relationship. 

Step 1

Talk to women on a personal level; they’re human, therefore treat them like people. So many guys approach women as if they are from another planet. 

Drop the mind games, and all that sophomoric high school bullshit, we’re not boys anymore; we’re men. 

You don’t need some master plan to get yourself involved with another woman; stop thinking too much. Nor does it take a genius to talk to one, all it takes is confidence. 

A simple smile and a how are you is your opener. If she does not acknowledge you, then move on to the next one. Because what it really does comes down to is that she giving up the opportunity of having a great time with a great person, and that great person is you.  

Gentlemen, confidence is all you need. Once you have that, we can move on to Step 2. 

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Mad Men

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I poured him a glass of scotch, raised my glass, and said “Cheers! To the future.” 

As we grow in life, we tend to grow apart from people that we once used to be close with. Some people, however, will stay longer than others, perhaps even for your whole lifetime. The gentleman that drank beside me, whether we are friends today, and enemies tomorrow, I know for a fact that I will meet him on the top of the world. He has the same ambition as I do, and he is heading the same direction as I am, therefore, I do not see myself growing apart from him anytime soon. 

Similar to me, if there is one thing he wants from the world, it is the world itself. We are mad men. 

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Take the Throne

I was about eight years old, my father and I were playing chess. I was still young, therefore, I was never really efficient in the game. I understood the basics, which was to protect your King, and take your opponent’s. As my father was about to make his move, he paused, looked at me and asked, “You know, Hyde, you were born in August, and so was I. Do you know what that means?” 

In perplexity, I responded with a blank look on my face. He then said, “That means we are more than men, we are lions; kings of the jungle. You and I were born to be kings.”

As I tried to grasp his aphorism, he moved his bishop next to my king, and declared “Checkmate. You’re still not ready to sit on the throne.”

He wanted to be a king, and so he became one. But it wasn’t long before I came in and took the throne.

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Goal

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As I was browsing through the latest GQ magazine, I came across this car. It was instantaneously when I fell in love. Now, I don’t know anything about cars. At most, knowing how to change a tire is probably the extent to my knowledge in anything car related. However, what I do know is that I really want this car.

I am in no rush to buy this car, but I will make it a goal when I hit thirty. If I am not married by that time, then I will treat myself to a nice a car. On the other hand, if I am married by thirty, then I will buy a house.

If providence is on my side, and I do extremely well with my investments, I can buy both. :)

I was coming home late from work when I got her text message, “Hey! Did you have dinner?” I worked 6 hours overtime, and I had another long day ahead of me. The only plan that I had in mind was getting myself to bed and calling it a night. However, it has been a while since I last saw her, especially with the constant traveling with work, I rarely have time for anything. Therefore, I figured that the 53-minute drive to her place, and seeing her for a few hours couldn’t hurt. 

As I drove upstate, my mind started to distort. I couldn’t differentiate reality from what was illusory.  Why am I driving? Where am I driving to? Why did she text me?

In that moment where I brought myself back to surface, I found myself in front of her house. My mind, however, was still not at ease. In an effort to regain my composure, I had to tell myself- I am here, I am going to see her, I should be happy.

I reached into my pocket for my phone, and searched for her text message. I skimmed through my inbox, only to discover that her text message was never there to begin with. The house that I stood in front of was not hers, whereas she lived in another country. It was then I realized, I was dreaming.

I woke up. 

The World Outside the Small Town

It is about 10 PM as I am writing this, and I cannot express how satisfied I am with my current lifestyle. When I was in High School, I always sought for adventure. I was never the bold type of guy that would jump out of a plane and claim that as an adventure; that’s just crazy.

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I grew up in a small town, in which everyone knew me and vice versa. Every day would be the same- I would go to school and see the same people, hangout with the same friends and do the same things, attend Sunday mass with the same church-goers, and the week would then repeat itself. It was that constant pattern that fueled my curiosity with the life outside of my hometown.

It’s funny, when I was 21 years old, my notion of adventure was bar-hopping. Now every other week I would always find myself in a new city. I am not sure how many hotel room keys I have collected throughout my tenure with my company, but I am positive it is close to exceeding the number of Pokemon cards I had when I was child. 
Looking out the window, I see a scenery that satisfies me. However, there is a still piece of me that wants more. I once sought to explore the world, now I wish to take it. The only thing preventing me from achieving that goal is that man in the mirror, the reflection that stands before me of that glass window.
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