As with any blog, I feel that it should function to organize the random thoughts one has circulating in their mind. Since my days are so cluttered and my memory is garbage, any insight I have usually fades away; to be replaced with unimportant statistic formulas and my mental artillery-to-do list.
Anyways, lately, i've been struggling to balance free time and money. Given that I were to work a lot, and thus, have money to spend, I would rarely find the time to go out and enjoy it. Conversely, when I don't work often (which is now), my disposable income is lacking and despite having free time to go out, I'm limited in what I can blow money on.
And thus, i've concluded that life is all about balance. Not necessarily limited to the aforementioned example, but just in general. I've discovered that moderation is the solution to most things.
Just think about it.
Sure, you could say this entry has done nothing but state the obvious, but i'd say "eat 10,000 wee wee's and die" -Pimp C
Monday, February 25, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Growing up, if there was one thing my parents made sure they instilled upon me, it was the value of education.
and while I didn't fully understand it then, I did well in school to make my parents happy, not fully understanding the struggles they went through and the opportunities I have.
and so, for most of my growing up school life, i worked my ass off in school. Tedious and trite homework assignments, stupid essays, monotonous lectures..."it'll pay off later", i'd tell myself. but as the years go by, this concept of sacrificing the now for a better future doesn't necessary seem so appealing. we live life reminiscing about the past, and the dreams of the future, not fully realizing the gift of the present. (It's a tired cliché, i know.)
While I don't really spend time reflecting upon my past, I do notice I spend a helluva lot of time thinking about the future. the pressures of finding the right career path, getting an internship, researching grad school, it seems as if my head is stuck in the future and not in the now.
well until of recent. maybe its the scare of 2012, but lately, I've sort of stopped caring about the future. that's not to say I'm going to develop a coke habit, smoke a carton of cigarettes a day, and drop out (though admittedly, school blows.), but I've just had less concerns about all this academic crap they shove down your throat.
what if I die tomorrow? (shit happens man.) all this time spent sacrificing my time now for a "good future" will be in vein and i'll be on my deathbed with nothing to show but some units on my transcript. fuck that.
I guess it took me twenty years to realize this, but I want to live in the now...starting now.
i mean, if 2012 is really true, i can say I REALLY LIVED for 4 years, haha.
-Philmatic.
and while I didn't fully understand it then, I did well in school to make my parents happy, not fully understanding the struggles they went through and the opportunities I have.
and so, for most of my growing up school life, i worked my ass off in school. Tedious and trite homework assignments, stupid essays, monotonous lectures..."it'll pay off later", i'd tell myself. but as the years go by, this concept of sacrificing the now for a better future doesn't necessary seem so appealing. we live life reminiscing about the past, and the dreams of the future, not fully realizing the gift of the present. (It's a tired cliché, i know.)
While I don't really spend time reflecting upon my past, I do notice I spend a helluva lot of time thinking about the future. the pressures of finding the right career path, getting an internship, researching grad school, it seems as if my head is stuck in the future and not in the now.
well until of recent. maybe its the scare of 2012, but lately, I've sort of stopped caring about the future. that's not to say I'm going to develop a coke habit, smoke a carton of cigarettes a day, and drop out (though admittedly, school blows.), but I've just had less concerns about all this academic crap they shove down your throat.
what if I die tomorrow? (shit happens man.) all this time spent sacrificing my time now for a "good future" will be in vein and i'll be on my deathbed with nothing to show but some units on my transcript. fuck that.
I guess it took me twenty years to realize this, but I want to live in the now...starting now.
i mean, if 2012 is really true, i can say I REALLY LIVED for 4 years, haha.
-Philmatic.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
wu tang was right
the paper chase.
the rat race.
whatever you want to call it, i'm a slave to consumerism.
i work the 9-to-5 (or nowadays, the 1-5 am's) chasin that cream, cheese, cake, bread, dough...cash money to buy limited edition, director cut, technologically advanced, bluetooth-enabled, premium bound shit i don't need.
all of this would, with exceptions to other minor factors, would explain why I always seem to be perpetually broke.
but at the end of the day, i'll be perpetually broke with an iPhone and $370 japanese selvedge denim jeans.
hundred dolla make you holla.
the rat race.
whatever you want to call it, i'm a slave to consumerism.
i work the 9-to-5 (or nowadays, the 1-5 am's) chasin that cream, cheese, cake, bread, dough...cash money to buy limited edition, director cut, technologically advanced, bluetooth-enabled, premium bound shit i don't need.
all of this would, with exceptions to other minor factors, would explain why I always seem to be perpetually broke.
but at the end of the day, i'll be perpetually broke with an iPhone and $370 japanese selvedge denim jeans.
hundred dolla make you holla.
hola hovito
The Goat Jay-Z is performing at the hollywood bowl on April 16th.
who's down to roll?
I'll sell a body part if I have to for tickets.
ps: hov shits on your favorite underground rapper.
real talk!
-Philmatic.
first things first
hello world. My name is Phil. I am not a seven-feet tall filipino, the physical manifestation of Dr. House, I don't have a particular penchant for Henleys, nor could I ever grow a beard to save my life.
However, with the encouragement of Chrissi and late night internet boredom, I've created this blogspot to detail my life's events, post Artillery news, and share whatever else happens to cross my stream of conscious as I type.
I'll keep this brief because I haven't slept a wink.
big ups to artillery, kumon can eat a dick, Rancho Cucamonga isn't meant for pedestrians, and blu is the most refreshing thing to hit hip hop music since wu-tang dropped 36 chambers. But i'll keep my inner-backpacker to myself for now.
Word to your moms.
-Philmatic
However, with the encouragement of Chrissi and late night internet boredom, I've created this blogspot to detail my life's events, post Artillery news, and share whatever else happens to cross my stream of conscious as I type.
I'll keep this brief because I haven't slept a wink.
big ups to artillery, kumon can eat a dick, Rancho Cucamonga isn't meant for pedestrians, and blu is the most refreshing thing to hit hip hop music since wu-tang dropped 36 chambers. But i'll keep my inner-backpacker to myself for now.
Word to your moms.
-Philmatic
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