A brolly On A Man With Tight Trolleys

So yesterday I was going to explain the differnce between Ego and Esteem. But I kind of forgot my explaination. But i'll still try

Esteem is something I think everyone must have in order to be able to enjoy themselves in life. if you aren't comfortable in your own skin, how can you be comfortable being yourself in the presence of others. However, what I have come to notice is nowadays, people often mistake ego with esteem. This false sense of security makes them think they are comfortable in their own skin but you can tell they're actually not. what they do is just flaunt that little which they have, and assume that'll suffice in covering their discomfort with the people around them. Of course this, as observed, does work.Cause birds of the same feather flock together yes? Ego, if one does have esteem, can be, of course a dangerous thing. I once parted way with a good friend( whom I met on the road today) because I called him stupid, and refused to apologise. Of course looking back I think it was dull of me to even call him stupid, but it wasn't apologising that bothered me, but having to admit my mistake that made me not want to say it. In hindsight, that was a rather shameful thing to do.

Point is. Esteem keeps us who we are. Ego drives us to excel. Deep yes? I know people whom look like they just crawled out of the devil's armpits, and yet have the cheek to comment on others. These people, have a false sense of esteem. Point made?

On a random note, the picture is of a man, with a brolly, on a ladder, at the beach by the sea.
Man, my prepositions own.

A Big Kick - to a slow start

es⋅teem 
–verb (used with object)
1.to regard highly or favorably; regard with respect or admiration: I esteem him for his honesty.

2.to consider as of a certain value or of a certain type; regard: I esteem it worthless.

3.Obsolete. to set a value on; appraise.
–noun

4.favorable opinion or judgment; respect or regard: to hold a person in esteem.

5.Archaic. opinion or judgment; estimation; valuation.

e⋅go 
–noun, plural e⋅gos.
1.the “I” or self of any person; a person as thinking, feeling, and willing, and distinguishing itself from the selves of others and from objects of its thought.

2.Psychoanalysis. the part of the psychic apparatus that experiences and reacts to the outside world and thus mediates between the primitive drives of the id and the demands of the social and physical environment.

3.egotism; conceit; self-importance: Her ego becomes more unbearable each day.

4.self-esteem or self-image; feelings: Your criticism wounded his ego.

5.(often initial capital letter) Philosophy.
a. the enduring and conscious element that knows experience.
b.Scholasticism. the complete person comprising both body and soul.

6.Ethnology. a person who serves as the central reference point in the study of organizational and kinship relationships.


I've come to realize that ego and esteem, tho related in rather obvious ways. are very different.how? I will elaborate tmr. When I'm not half dead and I dont have to be in school in less then 9 hrs.

And I'll post a picture, and sing a song, and even show you where to buy good bong. Ok I"m kidding about most of that. I'll probably only get around to posting a picture.

One more week till the final sem of school based projects is over. then internship. Which is either good, or bad.

Till tmr. Adieu

Catching Up

So my internet just did a zombie on me. died and just came back to life, after immense effort. Oh sweet internet. I am back in thy warm, digital embrace. haha.

Anyway, I just realized why sometimes I go on auto-pilot mode these days. well no not just realized.maybe a couple of days back. but yeah. Its cause my days are getting longer. Now in the past two years, I got at least 9 hours of sleep. But now, I can have 21 hour days, and unless you live a 30 hour day week, then no, you're not getting 9 hours.

So my blog post have become a diluted state of gibberish, my drawings are pretty much going out the window(like that song from sugar ray) and I eat chin chow with sea coconut at 1am while typing.

In other words, I'm living the life of a 15 yr old when I'm 20. I'm half a decade slow in almost everything.sheesh.

And look what I found, a picture from grad night which i edited a long long time ago. haha

Ronald Caringal

Nothing of importance

Feb 1, 2008

To make art is one thing, to be an artist another.

The artist is not special.
Nor is he exceptional.
He is just a person who is trying to make something that may
or may not be significant or special
now or in the future.
And this does not give him the right to act so.
He is but a man.
A human being.
I believe one becomes an artist because of the need to say something that can never be captured and constructed as a sentence.
What can be exceptional is the choice of life he leads.
He can either paint a beautiful picture on canvas or create a beautiful life for the people around him.
He is just human.
Most tend to forget that.
He is no different from you, me or the most ordinary of people.
Beauty is not something restricted or strictly encompassed by the canvas.
It can be found anywhere. You just have to open your eyes.
Acts of kindness, words of truth, courage, acts of love.
They are more important than any masterpiece.
There will always be better artists and the world will never run out of masterpieces.
But you only get to live once to embrace all that is beautiful.

-Ronald Caringal

Passion makes us crazy, but is there any other way to live

So its been awhile. A week rather, since I last posted. That doesnt mean my blog is dead, it was just merely taking a breather. Cause squeezing blood from a rock is pointless. Well anyway, if I adhere to normal unofficial blogging rules, I'll have to post lyrics to some emo song as a sign to say "I'm still here, but my blog is dying". But I shan't. Instead, I will attempt(as I have used all my ramble credits in real life) to ramble to you. Oh and by the way, my facebook, despite me only using it to take the quizzes and make fun of my friends results, is now www.facebook.com/ramblegalore.

Ramblegalore is now the brand. of the man. who likes his hands. and you get the picture.

Anyway, today i will talk about obsession and passion. People often confuse obsession with passion. Obsession is the want of everything. To obsess is to want it all, to obsess is to need to have it all with no real purpose. That might even mean unconciously wanting it without knowing it. You need no motivation. you need no purpose, you just need whatever you need. Like the hello kitty craze. thats obsession. Passion is what people do when they love something alot. that doesnt mean they dont get disheartened, that doesnt meant they dont feel like its a waste of time, and that doesnt mean they dont have doubts. They do, but because they know the want for that is more then the temptation to quit, they go on with it. They may suck at it. they may get up some mornings feeling like they should just shelve it and move on. But they dont. they keep at it with reckless abandon. Now that is passion.

Wah so deep.

So picture of the day. the bearded pig.

A personal blog- like entry

Well. Schools half over. the week I mean. But the lack of griptape is getting to me. I just nearly fell off my chair. and if u see my chair. its impossible. and the lack of a chance to skate within the next week gets to me even more. I . may . just . kill someone.

Anyway, Ryan Reynolds is playing green lantern. This means thats the second hero that I like that he's playing. if hollywood doesnt massacre Hal jordan like they did wade wilson, it should be exciting. Should be.

And I've been trying ( really hard ) to be nice to certain issue ridden people. cause I feel as I am more fortunate in the happy department I should really try to reach out. BUT BY JESUS CHRIST, they are reallll tw*ts when it comes to making it easy.

Oh look how I ramble, Look how I rant, Think I will stop here least I make sense.

And I was going to post a pic of a bearded pig I drew, but I cant find my camera. So i'll use some random nice but not done by me sub instead.

Many Many "I've realized."

K it is "lets be narcissistic and post a picture of me" day

So life's a ball. really. It is. You know. Over the last few days, I've realized something. Every time people tell me I'm so slack, they're wrong. See what I do is the Minimum efforts maximum results theory. And who do I model after? The one who modelled me after Him. Yeah. God. Look at the rain. 5 mins of rain. 5 hours to dry the floor up. 5 hours of keeping my toe off the ground and 5 hours of having to walk around instead of skate around. 5 mins for 5 hours. maybe I exaggerate abit. But minimum effort, maximum results. like 4 hrs 59 mins.

In other news. I've realized something again. Haha. whats new.

See when people say, you wont get it if I say it. Or you wont understand it. Or the emo-tised phrase " no one understands me". Thats all correct. no one is wrong when they say that. Why? cause its true. I know alot of people dont understand me. They get where I'm coming from. They get what I'm getting it. and they get alot of laughs. so maybe they get 80% of it. but no one gets a complete understanding. Cause different things mean differently to us. Passion for some involves love, some it involves inanimate objects, some it involves ambition. Love could mean many different things. even a simple thing like, its such a bad morning means a variety of things for different people. Darth Vader and I will not have the same bad mornings. So how do you get people to understand you fully? you don't. unless you state the facts. that's 100% foolproof. Like this post.

The post ends here. (fact) understood.

A drug induced ramble

So I've been extremely lazy to blog. Why? because I was logged in to my OTHER gmail account. the serious one. the one for school. and it was too much of a hassle to sign out to come to the fun gmail account to blog.

But, despite me being almost a week late with my "tmr I will post something better" promise, I am here. Why? Because I feel obliged to. Because Ramblegalore is a brand that must be held high and be known for its quality posts. So I'm sorry for the lack of posts, but no post is better then baloney post. haha.

Anyway, been skating 6 out of 7 days. and despite everything below my neck being non responsive to my commands, I still feel pretty hyped. really. Like I could sing a song of six pence and a dollar and a half if not for the fact I dont have an audience.

And we were skating at some random void deck, and the big child that is my skate mate was whining about how hungry he is, and how he was lazy to walk to macs which was 15 mins away. So end point, we ordered macdelivery. and had to tell the guy, deliver this block. look out for the skateboards. I got my nuggets, so I assumed it work.

Anyway, i heard that H1N1 hit a school near my place. like one case. Oh the horror. and then the auntie at the coffee shop was coughly like a drugged up hip hop star. And near my deck. I had a good mind to deck her. get it? deck her with the deck? HAR. Hilarious.

So this is the end of my ramble. But as its N's birthday tmr, here's a poem for the old folk.

You're old, it's true,
But dont be blue
Its only the big 3 -0
But its not that bad, dont be so sad

Because You're 30,
Not to shabby of an age.

in fact you're only 30
thats roughly the age of a sage

Thank goodness you're not 40, thats about as old as fun gets
Thank goodness you're not 10, cause then you'll be a brat.

Happy Birthday, N :)

Alfred SoLaiman

Ok, so I posted this rather sober note on Alfred earlier. But it bothered me. It was too Snore. Antway, point is, Alfred went to Perth for three years.

Have fun, Indonesian.

And I tried uploading his picture, but blogspot doesnt want it.

And I'll do a juicer post tmr, when time allows and the stars are aligned and the my creativity morphs into a werewolf of brilliance with multicolored fur and fangs of DEATH AND DESTRUCTION.

And here's a couple of 90 songs.