April 1, 2012
04012012 Holy Week

04012012

April Fools?!

I never really did anything noteworthy for April Fools. It was like St. Patrick’s Day and Valentine’s Day . In other words, it wasn’t really a holiday, or day in particular, that stood out as anything important to me. I am not saying April Fool’s day is some kind of irrelevant (or relevant) day in society that affects all or none. I am saying it just doesn’t do anything special for me.

With that said.

I started my paper for Environmental Health. It maybe only the introduction, but a start is a start. I think it is a phenomenal start.

I went to church this morning for Palm Sunday. Celebration of the beginning of the holy week before Easter Sunday.

I remember this time two years ago I was in Basic Training in Texas. I was in church sitting with my fellow Catholic Airmen who was a Filipino, Colombian and another person who was a bittersweet character to my well-being.

I gave up Facebook for this year’s Lent. I already know I can give up my lust and wants because I have definitely decreased my favorite beverage in the world to barely drinking it once a week: Dr Pepper. Facebook just so happens to be another vice that I now know I can live without and live properly.

I have definitely started socializing more and making more adult decisions in the past couple of years. It took medical issues, sexual harassment accusations and a lot of personal depression to come out the person I am today.

The person I am today. I am emotional to the maximum, but my outer-shell is monotone. The barrier that used to hide my feelings for others have been decimated to the point of non-existence, but it still exists because I am learning to control this barrier and turn it into something that can cater to an audience of my choosing.

We all put ourselves into situations of our own making. We reap what we sow, I shall say.  

March 24, 2012
03242012

I work at 1830. I awoke at 0830. Went to sleep at 2100. I had approximately 11-12 hours of sleep. I get off work at 0700 tomorrow morning. I will be going straight to church after work around 0845 with my parents. Sunday will be my last day before I return to school.

Today I jump-roped. Yoga-inspired moves of breathing and stretching. Cardio-strength cross-work.

Made plans to work out with my bud. My new bud. 

I had a glorious day.

Sunday will be even greater.

Hallelujah. 

I have put myself out there. I am not afraid to say my feelings anymore. That is how I have self-improved in the past few months-years-decades.

With that said. I have one person—that is vital to my life—to tell about myself and things that make me whole.

March 22, 2012
The shit-talker.

So supposedly, a general theme among a few, I have been told I talk shit. It isn’t like everyone I know says that, but a select few. Unfortunately this select few happens to be a garbled group of people I happen to care about as well as people I can careless about. Sure I can speak with a blunt capacity—I can also take bluntness to the Nth degree. In other words I talk about anything; what I reiterate in my own words and/or my understanding of what I observed. What I don’t do is twist the things I experience with my senses and brain to make up rumors and BS. That is my confident ego speaking. My super-ego says, “I don’t talk shit, I speak the truth.” What my ID says is, “I am speaking about what I experience; what I observe, hear, feel, touch and taste.” What all three have in common is that I am being true to me, myself and I. 

If someone is hurt, affected, or feel any kind of emotion towards me in general—I am doing a great version of me, myself and I. When I “seem sad” or “detached”—it doesn’t mean I’m really “sad” or “detached”, I am just in thought. I am simply trying to compute the situation and how I feel about that particular incident. I reflect. Homeostasis.

Someone who says “I am senseless” or “random” is someone who doesn’t understand me. That is A-okay. I don’t even take it offensively or defensively. I take it as a statement of how they are feeling and just move on—I am not going to make a huge ordeal out of it and react in such an embarrassing manner. 

Whatever the case, I am where I want to be in life. I am in progress of finishing up my laundry, cleaning my room and just enjoying the semi-saturated things in life that are huge-small. 

I am Michael Albano. Branched out—I am Michael Aganoy Serrano Mata Ramos Albano. I probably have more names attached by blood and roots, but those are the current ones I feel are necessary to define who I am on the superficial outlook. I am many things. I am random. I am defined. I am happy—sad—emotional. I am robotic, but that doesn’t mean I am a robot. I feel like everyone else. I cry. I am hurt. I cry because I am happy. I value many things, but I also devalue things to the point that it doesn’t matter anymore.

I like you. I like that person too. I like Dr Pepper. I like water. I am a Catholic, but I am also a believer in Karma and Mother Nature. I am in love with God, Jesus and Mary. I also believe Judas is an important figure, just like the Devil reincarnated. Red is my favorite color, but I tend to immerse my self in gray, white and black colors. I love the rainbow. I love gold. I love that I can just talk about anything and everything. I am all about having elemental fever. I like feng shui. Tradition is excellent, but so is new thought.

I was bullied as a child. I was bullied as a pre-teen. I was bullied in all parts of life. I was also a bully. I was also a bitch. What I am now is a cautionary tale that has went down in flames and came out a phoenix.  

If you don’t understand me—once again—just talk to me. Get to know me. Don’t overdue it. If I say something I feel, don’t discount it as I have alternative intentions. Ask me. I will ask you. 

So much more. At this moment, I am alright. I am having clarity. I am in a wonderful-fantastic state of mind. 

Zen.

March 19, 2012
I’m glad you came.

Viewing my music habit statistics tells a lot about me. The books I read, the movies I watch and the people I talk to also show a lot about me. 

What also defines who I am is the people that have had guest appearances in my life and never decided to become a recurring presence. 

Whatever the case, my job doesn’t define me. It definitely plays a role in the stories and experiences I am apart of—but for me, my aspirations, behavior, demeanor, goals, interests, moral compass and general well-being is who I am.

That is why every bad experience—I repent—is actually an excellent learning experience in disguise that I shall learn from and apply it to the now and future.

Time to eat brunch.

January 23, 2012
February 8, 2012

That is a Wednesday this year. I have school on that day. I work on Friday and Saturday day shift (630am-700pm) so I will be able to have a gathering for the celebration of my birthday on Saturday night or do something Saturday night. I am sending out aura/karmic messages to tell people to make time for this. Even if they are available only for a couple of hours, still make time for my birth celebration. I command it. Hahahaha.

Just a plan that will commence in a few weeks. 

Time to actually do some homework.

January 19, 2012

01/18/2012

My third day of school at UCD.

January 9, 2012
aaronvincible:

“Think training’s hard? Try losing.”

Obviously the plural “s” after “training” and ” ’ “, equals “is”. I am guessing Nike’s message here is to get ahead by compressing the feeling of defeat. Compressing the defeat is to learn from mistakes. That is what make sense to me.

aaronvincible:

“Think training’s hard? Try losing.”

Obviously the plural “s” after “training” and ” ’ “, equals “is”. I am guessing Nike’s message here is to get ahead by compressing the feeling of defeat. Compressing the defeat is to learn from mistakes. That is what make sense to me.

(Source: pineappleduck, via arnvncbl)

January 9, 2012
Volcano. Emotions. Me, myself and I. Beyond.

I am a volcano that needs to erupt every once in a while. You can take that in a sensual way or just in a general stressed/emotional type of way. Whichever way one takes that, both can apply. Nevertheless I am talking about the general stressed volcanic eruption that defines my current situation. After years of adolescent rebellion—never too big or too small—I feel like I am now on the same page as my family. Each and every one of them, somewhat at this time, understand that I (Michael Mata Albano) am an individual with excellent intentions, aspirations, goals, thoughts and many other words that may describe a forever scholar of the universe. I have produced peace and harmony among those that are at war, internally and externally. I have made those understand me that was once enemies. I even cut the unhealthy fat from life—willingly and unconsciously—that keeps me grounded to the Earth that God has made for us all.

I used to dislike reading, but I have learned that once I started reading in pre-school, pre-kindergarten, I have never stopped reading and always loved reading. The thing that I disliked was the way society forces all this literature at us for being once “banned” in the past and now is thought to be literature gold for teaching. I may disagree and agree (on both accounts) to an extent, but education all over the world needs to nourish the entertainment and educational value of actually reading and not just telling us to selectively read “good” things, but rather introduce us to a variety of types of reading. Books and excerpts from these famed and critically acclaimed books should not be the focuses of how to teach people/kids how to read. It should be figuring out what society is about (past, present and future) and how literature/reading has made huge strides in communication through different forms of propaganda, social studies, and many other subjects in life/school/environment and how they branch out to every part of everyone’s life.

Run-on sentences are a bittersweet tool. People frown upon run-on sentences. I use them as I see fit. If the tool is applicable to a situation, I will use it. Any other person can throw a tantrum and have the need to correct my use of a run-on sentence, but I will forever defend my writing technique (judgment) with the fact that the way society teaches kids how to write a five-paragraph essay then once we grow older and reach AP/Honor/College level courses we are taught to forget about being so “structured” and free-form to show that we are now adults and can coherently write without having the need to stick to a uniform way of writing. All those instructors, from K-12 to adult education need to re-evaluate the teaching process for the simple fact that we are learning “the wrong way”—then learning “the right way” later on—which is counter-productive on many accounts of life. If people frown upon run-on sentences, they are also the reason why we frown and bitch right back in retort for their flawed instruction techniques.

That is all for now. I would have made a video, but I felt writing this out would be much more intuitive for me.

January 5, 2012
Introduction of a name.

As of right now, my full name is: Michael Mata Ramos Serrano Aganoy Albano.

Those that try to impersonate and try to attempt to take my identity better recognize they better do their homework and due diligence for I am related to those who maybe related to them. Karmic episodes shall pursue those who intend negativity and harm.

January 2, 2012

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