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December 21, 2009
July 16, 2009
i miss;
the times when I would climb up our fence just to sneak out.
the times when I and my friends would go to the park and play.
the times when I would play street games with my friends and cheat.
the times when I would beg mom for 10pesos so I could buy fishballs and a drink.
the times when I come over to my cousin's house and sleep over.
the times when I would scrapped myself and cry my eyes out.
the times when I would have a small fight with my friends and make up after 10minutes.
the times when I would to visit new places and "explore."
the times when my family would go out for lunch after mass.
the times when we would collect candle drippings and sell them.
the times when class is cancelled because of a storm.
the times when I didn't worry about things and future.
I miss my childhood. PERIOD.
I wish I could visit my childhood years.
I'm going to start writing all my childhood memories in a notebook
so I could never forget them.
I don't ever want to forget them...not even one of the........
the times when I and my friends would go to the park and play.
the times when I would play street games with my friends and cheat.
the times when I would beg mom for 10pesos so I could buy fishballs and a drink.
the times when I come over to my cousin's house and sleep over.
the times when I would scrapped myself and cry my eyes out.
the times when I would have a small fight with my friends and make up after 10minutes.
the times when I would to visit new places and "explore."
the times when my family would go out for lunch after mass.
the times when we would collect candle drippings and sell them.
the times when class is cancelled because of a storm.
the times when I didn't worry about things and future.
I miss my childhood. PERIOD.
I wish I could visit my childhood years.
I'm going to start writing all my childhood memories in a notebook
so I could never forget them.
I don't ever want to forget them...not even one of the........
June 28, 2009
Paper Plane.
It was a very foggy day.
It looked like a scene from a movie. Low clouds drapped all over the dock making it magical and mysterious.
Some sunshine get passed through the thick fog and hit tiny shiny droplets of morning dew.
In the dock, you can barely see what's the vast ocean doing, but you know it's stoic because you can hear the water gently splashing to shore beneath the dock.
It was silent and deserted except from the seagulls and occasional sand pipers.
You can smell the fishy smell of the ocean comingled with the scent from the rain the night before whenever wind would blew from nowhere.
All you can hear was the fog horn, seagulls, and the splashing of the water.
As I walked around the shore, I saw a child, alone, lonely, and sitting by himself in the corner edge of the dock facing the ocean, foot dangling off the dock.
I looked up to see a more coherant of the child's appearance. Next to him was a giant damped paper plane-- or at least I assumed it was, and a white inflated balloon with dark smudges was tied to his scrawny wrist that was dancing with the wind.
He was wearing nice clothes, the kind that parents would make their childrens wear during special event. It must've been a really nice clothes except his white long sleeve that was maybe made from pure silk was all torn up, ragged, and dirty, he's missing one shoe and the socks didn't matched, and his pants was torn up as well. "I wonder what is he doing?" I stared at him more.
Somehow I felt connected and I felt sorry for him. I don't know why. As I scrutinze him more, I noticed that his hair wasn't fixed and tangled up, the kind of hair you get when you just got up from bed. In his other hand, he was holding a white cape embroided with silver linings.
As I stare at him in complete silence, he stood up and hugged his cape, as if he was saying goodbye to it. He untied the balloon from his wrist and let go of it, the balloon went up dancing until seen no more.
He was crying in silence now, he wiped his face with his hand smearing more grime and gunk onte his face. Til this time, I still haven't got a view of his face.
He wore his dirty cape, stood tall, chin up, like a realy royalty.
He walked backwards and after ten steps, he started running towards the edge of the dock.
As he reached the edge of the dock, he jumped as high as he can as if he's going to fly. It was mystical because he was glimmering as the sunshine hits his face....
then he fell down.
I looked at the ocean, looking and hoping he's okay. But I did not see any movement in the ocean.
It was the last time I saw of him.
I went to the place where I saw him sitting, there, I saw his damped paper plane.
I unfolded the paper trying not to rip it.
Inside, there was a writing....
"Someday, I will be SOMEBODY to SOMEONE.
This paper plane will be the witness of that."
It looked like a scene from a movie. Low clouds drapped all over the dock making it magical and mysterious.
Some sunshine get passed through the thick fog and hit tiny shiny droplets of morning dew.
In the dock, you can barely see what's the vast ocean doing, but you know it's stoic because you can hear the water gently splashing to shore beneath the dock.
It was silent and deserted except from the seagulls and occasional sand pipers.
You can smell the fishy smell of the ocean comingled with the scent from the rain the night before whenever wind would blew from nowhere.
All you can hear was the fog horn, seagulls, and the splashing of the water.
As I walked around the shore, I saw a child, alone, lonely, and sitting by himself in the corner edge of the dock facing the ocean, foot dangling off the dock.
I looked up to see a more coherant of the child's appearance. Next to him was a giant damped paper plane-- or at least I assumed it was, and a white inflated balloon with dark smudges was tied to his scrawny wrist that was dancing with the wind.
He was wearing nice clothes, the kind that parents would make their childrens wear during special event. It must've been a really nice clothes except his white long sleeve that was maybe made from pure silk was all torn up, ragged, and dirty, he's missing one shoe and the socks didn't matched, and his pants was torn up as well. "I wonder what is he doing?" I stared at him more.
Somehow I felt connected and I felt sorry for him. I don't know why. As I scrutinze him more, I noticed that his hair wasn't fixed and tangled up, the kind of hair you get when you just got up from bed. In his other hand, he was holding a white cape embroided with silver linings.
As I stare at him in complete silence, he stood up and hugged his cape, as if he was saying goodbye to it. He untied the balloon from his wrist and let go of it, the balloon went up dancing until seen no more.
He was crying in silence now, he wiped his face with his hand smearing more grime and gunk onte his face. Til this time, I still haven't got a view of his face.
He wore his dirty cape, stood tall, chin up, like a realy royalty.
He walked backwards and after ten steps, he started running towards the edge of the dock.
As he reached the edge of the dock, he jumped as high as he can as if he's going to fly. It was mystical because he was glimmering as the sunshine hits his face....
then he fell down.
I looked at the ocean, looking and hoping he's okay. But I did not see any movement in the ocean.
It was the last time I saw of him.
I went to the place where I saw him sitting, there, I saw his damped paper plane.
I unfolded the paper trying not to rip it.
Inside, there was a writing....
"Someday, I will be SOMEBODY to SOMEONE.
This paper plane will be the witness of that."
May 22, 2009
May 16, 2009
taking the easy way out.
I think I can surely say that majority of people takes the easiest way out of something. It can be from a simple household chores-- mopping the floor without brooming it so it will be faster, doing math homework-- using expensive and "state-of-the-art" caluculators to solve math problems, text message break up-- don't want to face your boyfriend/girlfriend, looking for love-- now that we have world wide web it's much easier to look for love, TO getting out of troubles-- there will always an easier way.
Sure there is always an easy way out, but what do we learn from it? Do WE learn anything from it? Of course. But not as much we learn from taking the road that is far less traveled. All of what I have said earlier, there are CONS right? Mopping, after you mop without brooming when it dries the dust will be there. Relying so much to a calculator doing your homework, in the day of the test would you know what will you have to do? Text messege break up, was there a real and clean closure? Looking for love using internet websites, isn't more comfortable and secure meeting someone personally than talking to a box[computer]?
The other day, I took the elevator to my class because I didn't want to use the stairs up to third floor. "No way in hell" I said. I was the only one in the elevator. Since I was busy texting, I didn't realize that the elevator hasn't moved. After 3-4 minutes, that's when I realized that I might be stuck. HOW EMBARRASSING! I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure if I should call for help or anything. Thinking too much, I didn't have enought time to crawl in ball of mass hysteria. But after good death-defying three minutes.........
I realized SOMETHING. I didn't pushed the button to third floor. That sight gaved me a relief and I felt how stupid I can be. REALLY STUPID. I took the easy way out. Thank goodness I wasn't really stuck. But what if I did for real? Did taking the easy way out helped? Certainly not.
May 13, 2009
April 11, 2009
"Mr. Cupid I need help. Please?"
The other night, while I was catching some ZZZ`s. LoLa called me. "What does she wants now in this time of the night?" I said to myself. It's about her boyfriend. They're having some misunderstandings which I think is normal for a healthy relationships because it helps you to be stronger and more patient. I knew both of them since my high school days, so I didn't know where should I place. In between. Ah yes. Good Idea. I asked LoLa what happened.She told me her story. It was a freaking five hours talk! Who knew a single SMS can complicate a two years relationship?! Of course I want to be on her side since I'm more closer to her than her boyfriend. But I wanted to be fair. I wanted to hear both sides' stories. After that seems endless five hours talk, I asked LoLa if she wants to do threeway calling. I'll call her boyfriend, she'll be on the other line keeping it quiet. She agreed.
So I called her boyfriend, Dane. I was already around 3AM. Thank goodness Dane's on spring break and I'm not actually interrupting someone's slumber. Like what LoLa did to me! ANd hallelujia for me not having a class in the morning.
"Hey Geo. What's up?"
"You know what's up?!"
"I guess LoLa told you already...."
"Obviously...DUH" I said, irritated.
"Look, I have an explanation." When he said this, I felt bad for some reason.
"It's better to be a good one. I'm listenin." I told him sincerely.
And so begins an ear-bleeding explanation. The whole time, LoLa was on the other line. Listening. Sometimes, she coughs and sneezes then Dane would ask what was that. All I can tell him is "It's our sick dog.", even though we don't own any.
From my perspective, I think he's confessing the truth and nothing but the truth. I knew LoLa thought that too. She's just too stubborn to even listen to him before.
It wasn't her fault. It wasn't his fault. AND conspicuously not mine!
It was the SLUT's fault. The girl who've been CRAZY about Dane. I MEAN CRAAAAZY. The sideline hoe. I would to smack her face for causing so much trouble. But I wouldnt. I'm still a gentleman after all.
In the end, I brought the couple back together. That's me. That's my job.
"It's kind of wierd how most of my friends runs to me when they have a problem in their love life. When clearly I myself have a little experience in such matters."
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