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Birthday Resolutions

So I celebrated my 18th birthday last Monday and to be honest I feel rather weird leafing through the last few pages of being a teenager. I felt that I haven't really enjoyed my youth that much and wished that I had another year to wreck my plain existence. However circumstances won't allow it so here I am formulating a list of resolutions that might help me discover my undiscovered youth and at the same time prioritize important things that I have failed to take notice of during my teenage years.

1. Eat. Pray. Love. Eat to live. Pray to survive. Love to exist.

2. Read more. Write more.

3. Go to school. I am in actually but sometimes I feel like as if I'm not. I should really take a serious note on my academics. I'm rolling downhill.

4. Smile. People sometimes think of me as 'suplado'. I'm not-honestly, I'm not.

5. Don't die yet, you still have lots to enjoy.

Anyhow, here are what my friends said concerning my "coming of age"

"Continue acting stupid. It makes you unique. Continue being useless sometimes. It makes you more worthy. Continue being imaginative. It brings you to another world. Just be yourself. Do some changes if you want. Nonetheless, you are what you are and will be what you are-GAY! (haha! peace!)"

-Pagi

*whatever Gee. hahahah. Go buy yourself someone to talk to. Hahaha. But thank you for the message. It is inspiring.

"Happy birthday ayaan! As Gee indicated, be who you are and continue to be the light in the darkness...(meaning flashlight) haha. Pursue your dreams and be a fashion designer and image stylist soon. We will wait for that like waiting for you to be a guy. Laki ta bhai!

-Bojing

*Me? A guy? that's like waiting for the moon to be brighter than the sun. hahaha. tinchu bojing.

"Nothing to display"

-Xela

*Big help xela. Thank you. Hahaha.

"Happy Birthday!!"

-Dhalat

*thank you lat! Really really long message.

"Zero. I know that you know what you are-a GIRL trapped in a BOY's hideous physique. (haha!!). I know its hard but that's life and you can't change that. The best you can do is make the best out of it. So now we're going to celebrate your 18th year trapped in a boy's body. :) You're laughing right?...Don't. Hahah.

Seriously I am talking about serious stuff here, man. I want to wish you a happy. happy birthday! This is my second time greeting you and I pray that you'd have more b0days to come so that I could greet you more.

Wishes? Hmm. Nothing much, really. Just that you'd be contented, healthy and truly happy with your life. Life is what we make it. Don't be afraid to fly! Nyaha."

-Emkei

*Geez Maria. This is not a hideous boy's physique. hahahah.

" "

-Masid.

*Thanks Sid. Being speechless is nice sometimes. Hahaha.

*to all of you. I wish you all gave me gifts. I would appreciate it more. hahahah. nonetheless, thank you. thank you so so much. :']

growing older is not upsetting; being perceived as old is -kenny rogers

happy birthday to me. ^^,

"Love is pain. Pain measures the extent of how much you love. "

Slap Mah Face!

I realized that my blog is worthless. I have nothing to offer, really. No stories to tell, no experiences worth sharing, nothing. Up to now, with over 70 entries, I still don't know what my blog is all about. I'm hoping, fervently hoping that I could start all over again and straighten things up but I can't. I'm too lazy for that and besides, that won't make me feel better. That would only make me hate myself for not pushing through. For not believing in myself. I'm not the type who stops in the middle of everything-at least that's what I think I am.

But seriously, what do i have to offer? I'm just an average teen ambitious enough to make my own blog. I'm not even a good writer. I'm not even sure if I really am a writer or maybe I'm just thinking that I am because someone labeled me, or maybe I'm just too stupid to defy peer pressure.

So far, all that I have posted here are my complains about my stupid life, my stupid self and all the recent stupid escapades that I have been on. I'm stupid, stupid and stupid. This blog is full of stupidities.

I don't want to wake up one day determined to delete this blog. I love writing. I love this blog. I hate giving this up.

I need a slap on my face. I need to wake up. Pour that cup full of boiling water on me please.

EXCUSES

Ten reasons why I don't think things can work between us.


1. I am a mess.

2. You're a mess.

3. I'm picking up the pieces only to realize that the pieces are slipping like sand through the spaces between my fingers.

4. You haven't even started picking up your pieces yet.

5. I need someone who'll help me pick up the pieces.

6. You're looking for help too.

7. I was, somehow, hoping you could be that someone in #5.

8. You are hoping that I could be the one who can help you.

9. I can't help you.

10. *you tell me the 10th reason(excuse)*


And yeah. These may be just excuses.

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happy 10-10-10 world!

never ever

There's this thing called "expecting too much" that is bugging me off today. It's the weirdest thing because even though i don't want to have it, it never leaves me.

I hate it when its in my head. It always makes me think about too ambitious stuff, or things that are obviously NOT, NEVER gonna happen. And i hate it for it. I hate it because it hurts after i see my expectations roll down the drain. I hate it and I never want to expect again. NEVER.

The Story of Narcissus

The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had bought. Leafing through the pages, he found the story about Narcissus.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the goddesses asked.

"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.

"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."

"But...was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.

"Who better that you to know that?"the goddesses said in wonder. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."

"What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.

*Prologue, The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.

Afloat. Fall is the time to think about stuff.

*photo by photobucket.com

hello autumny october

It's really weird that when you think of a person he always seems to be there after. I'm not saying that it occurs to everyone or every time you think of someone, it's just that, occasionally, it does happen.

love is a mosquito bite

Ah. The joys and pains of falling in love can be perfectly related to a mosquito bite. the excruciating pain (exaggeration of course), the irritating itchiness, the possibility of catching dengue, *sigh, love really is one tough thing.

If you scratch it, it might bleed or even leave a wound, if you don't, you'll still feel that tingling itch. Just like love, if you pursue it, there's always the possibility of getting hurt. If left unsaid, you'll always be bothered by it.

Better try mosquito killers to avoid those pesky insects.

But somehow, being bitten reminds us that we are in fact, still human-with higher blood sugar density. Prone to fall in love, prone to suffer that really really itchy itch.

Huhai.

Love. Excitement, Bliss and Danger rolled into one.

Regrets. Contemplation.

Autumn evenings my lovely screen. Today I realized that doing something without your heart is laborious. Of course I learned that in the 17 yrs of my life and I'm sure you have too, it's just that today, it seems more profound.

Studying accounting has it perks. And like all things, it has it's cons too. The first pro is the of pride you get when you hold those thick books. It immediately elevates your intelligence first-impression-wise. Secondly, you mingle with intelligent people and have intelligent friends. Third, you enjoy the privilege of being a part of the "cream of the crop", the most brainy among the courses offered in your school (in our school at least). Aside from those three, you also have the chance to become a Certified Public Accountant if the Fates favor you.

But when your heart is elsewhere, you never enjoy the goods. Everyday is a struggle. Everyday is regretful. Everyday is a contemplation of not following your dreams, of not being brave enough to stand on your own, or not defying peer pressure, of being afraid to fail.

Sometimes I wish I made the right choice. I look at my past now and there I was lost in the whirlpools of time.

Where I am is not where I want to be.

Blank pages (in this case, blank screens) are blank canvases waiting to be painted by the master wordsmith. I can depict the stars, the moon, the universe with just the tip of that trusty old pen. I can create riches, food, emotions and things people envy. I can even make a world of my own!

Unfortunately, I have lost the Midas touch. I have been suffering from writer's block for two years now and i have been unable to create compositions that ponder the heart. I need to freshen up a bit. I miss the world i once belonged. I miss the feeling of contentment after i place the last period of my works. I miss the joy of spending endless nights just to come up with a fitting tittle. I miss writing in its entirety. I miss ME.

Oh Reimond. Where are you now?

once again i lost track of my blog. curses exams!!

i miss you! i miss you! i miss you!

spring-summer 2011. NewYork. hope to hang out with marc jacobs later. have a bottle of champaigne with michael kors or oscar dela renta. maybe party with alexander wang or derek lam. chat with anna sui. *sigh. it feels so good to dream.

little lessons

Two days has past and here i am again trying to post something sensible to a wary and rather uncaring audience.

I spent my Sunday sewing my cousin's "recycled attire" for their incoming Binibining Agham. What do you know, you really can create something fabulous out of a pile of trash. Ahehe. It reminded me of the gospel our parish priest gave us that morning. Somehow, he managed to infuse his eco-friendliness during his preach.

I read something about Filipinos today. [http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=431298087449&id=224839540264&ref=mf] It talks about how our reputation as Filipinos was tarnished by the recent hostage crisis. I would say it was our fault. It was history. We learned our lesson. Now it's time to apply what we have learned.

the return of the comeback

At last. After days and days of blogless existence, I am finally reunited with my online journal.

It was hard first of all, i mean, especially if you depend your whole life on a seemingly worthless-but seriously and totally priceless blog. Those days felt like death to me. No blog. No Internet. No Facebook. My gad!

Blogging is the worst kind of dependence. And losing this addiction is like losing oxygen-scientific term for dying.

Anyway i am resurrected.

The lessons i learned during those past few days is hard enumerate. But i have gathered a few points to ponder on a blogless existence.

• it deprives you of the ability to express yourself.
• blogging is awesome.
  
• blogging is awesome.
• blogging is awesome.
• blogging is awesome.
  

Yeah. So that's five points. Five IMPORTANT points.

Anyway, cheerios people of the planet. I have a lunchbox to invade.

Edmund

today was a boring day. imagine going to school without actually having classes?? talk about waste of time.

i spent most of my day thinking about when Edmund will remember that he actually borrowed something from me. it was nothing really, just my notebook filled with notes for our midterm exams this thursday. no sweat edmund!

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.

he returned it this afternoon and boy was i relieved. thank you Lord.

anyway. got to go. got to study. good luck to me!

lazy bones make good soup. ^^

I hate it when bananas talk to me.

They all seem so yellow that i feel I'll get infected by the Hepatitis virus every time their saliva lands in my face.

[sigh] so much for living with fruits.

confessions of a not-alive person [that's dead person in layman's language]

here i am again trying to write something though i have nothing running through my head. maybe i am dead, well, it is my third day telling the world i'm a zombie. i guess going to school can actually kill a person.

but am i dead?

breathing check....fine

heartbeat...i can hear my heart-is that a good thing? yeah. that's a good thing Reimond. relax.

no brain-cravings so far. can't even imagine myself eating brains.

maybe i am alive. thank God for that.

but why do i feel dead?

blank blank blank.

my address to my fellow graduates

My Valedictory Address

Graduates of school year 2008-2009, friends, family, faculty and our visitors here today, good morning.

To tell you the truth, it actually took me a while to write this speech and I guess Mrs. Galvez is mad at me for not letting her edit my work, but in my defense, the reason I wasn't able to write immediately was because of the emotions I am feeling, the surrealism of the moment, the memories both overwhelming and nostalgic and absolutely everything else. You see its hard to filter all of those in a single speech but I'll do my best.

First it is righteous to salute the efforts of the faculty and staff of this institution for providing us with quality education.

Then we should thank our family and friends who have supported us through it all.

My fellow graduates, today, we are leaving our high school years. And just like what Marck Jason said, 'everything seemed like it was yesterday'. Remembering our greatest experiences together, Sabayang Pagbigkas, Jazz Chants, 2nd-year Jazz Chants, our Variety Show, during our Sophomore years, CAT training, our play during our first tear. Remember when Ma. Juanita Paner said 'you know how to birthday but you don't know how to pay!'. Yes truly nostalgic and thinking about it now, it's tear jerking, right?

Now I've heard from most of you that I quote, 'high school is the best four years of our lives', but that isn't right. For all of us, the best years should lie ahead.

Now I know that it's hard to get over high school but we must move on. with our lives. The experience may be over, but the memories of high school will never be forgotten, forever treasured.

and so dear graduates, today, in our graduation day, may we mark this day as a beginning because from this day on, we finally have the ability to shape what kind of lives we all would like to lead. Whether you want to be the richest, most beautiful person in the world or become a nurse, a doctor, or a woodcutter-but the best woodcutter.

Always remember these words from Oprah, "Your calling isn't something that somebody can tell you about. It's what you feel. It's a part of your life force. It is the thing that gives you juice. The thing that you are supposed to do. And nobody can tel ll you what it is. You know it inside yourself! And if you work hard for it, you will surely achieve it."

I know we're all anxious to get on with the ceremonies, but allow me to leave these last few words.

An Indian legend once said that we all are like butterflies. Each with a different color, each with a different dream. So fellow graduates, fellow butterflies, let's spread our wings and fly and reach our dreams up to the sky.

Congratulations Batch 2008-2009!

A whole world is waiting. Let's all grab it!*


*i wasn't able to recite the last two sentences :x

today i feel so weak :'(

maybe I am stressed
tsk

i need a break.

don't really know what to do...

and i am back to being single.^^

'twas a short affair,
could not even qualify as an affair.

[sigh]
being single sucks.

i think I'm in love. ^^

woes of the broken

Melancholy is what i feel.
I'm the chrysalis the butterfly left.
I'm the twig the leaf holds on to until it dances with the wind.
I'm a person-alone and broken.

Oblivion is my melody.
I am the music the deaf hears.
I am the sound of placidity.
I am a person, silently hurting.

My identity is invisible.
I am the light the blind sees.
I am the backdrop of every picture,the canvas of every painting, the blank page of every book.
I am a person-crushed, unseen.

Death is what I wish.
I'm a phoenix that emerges from the ashes.
I'm the sun that rises in the east.
I'm a person, hoping and dreaming.

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pon and zi:i'd give you my heart

pon and zi: drawing

"The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas"
-Alfred Noyes, The Highwayman

lessons on the alchemist

"The Alchemist" bu Paulo Coelho inspires me to do things that i have always dreamed of. It tought me the value of pursuing my dreams, of never giving up and of always being patient in the whole process. It may take a few years for me to finally see the fruits of this labor but i know i'll always strive hard to make every effort worthwhile.

But what is my Personal Legend?

I am still in doubt. Will i be an accountant? A writer? or a fashion designer?

These three options sound equally appealing and I'm presently thinking of being the three [hehe]. Maybe I should pursue my Accounting course while sidelining as a writer. Then become a fashion designer after I pass the CPA board exams.

This conclusion made me realize something-my grades have been relatively low. I should study or else I won't be an academic scholar and I won't be able to continue my studies.[huhai]

I'll write to you later Mr. Armadillo. [that's your name-Mr. Armadillo]

So Close

Eyes so deep
as blue as the sea
the luring waves
unwittingly
invites me...
...to grasp, to behold
in infinite amazement
yet though so near,
although so close,
I can't
I simply couldn't

Lips so soft
like flower petals
as pink as roses
-freshly plucked roses,
tangy in smell.
Oh how I wish to kiss those lips
and cherish every sensation
yet though so near,
although so close
I can't
I simply couldn't.

You
simply breathtaking
and although I want to
touch and embrace thee
though so near
so close
I can't
I simply couldn't
Because
my love, my life
you're so near
yet so far.


-Jan. 31, 2009

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Sunday Morning

The beauty of Sunday mornings is that you get to wear your most adorable outfit, sit in one of those mahogany benches, marvel at the exquisite architecture and flower arrangements and of course, spot your crush a few seats ahead you.

But this morning was different. First of all, the floral arrangements were missing. Everything was bare. I'm not into making critics about these things but the altar simply looks "un-altaric" without the flowers.

Aside from that, there was no spot your crush moment[because he's currently in Cebu leaving me melancholic. :'( ], instead what i spotted were the mud spots on my canvas shoes[starting to really hate walking to church].

Then it hit me. I wasn't there to marvel at stuff or ogle over something i could never have. I was there for God. Sunday mornings are supposed to be pious mornings.

I took a deep breath and listened to the gospel.

It's time to be better friends. May the Lord God help us.

ten questions without answers

1. Does Jennifer Love Hewitt?

2. Where did Rachelle Ann Go?

3. Why is Norman Black and Redford White? Then, is Chris Brown?

4. Where did Sandara Park?

5. Is Chow Yun Fat?

6. What did Henry Sy?

7. Will Jordan Spark(s)?

8. When will Orlando Bloom?

9. What is Victoria's Secret?

10. What will David Cook?

I really don't know the answers, and I'm sure Wilma Doesn't!

the dark side of first love

watermelon summer

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wake up love

pon and zi-flowers

my unseen father

The freezing breeze rushed into my nape causing goosebumps to prevail in my already cold body. I quickly enveloped myself with a warm blanket hoping to eliminate the coldness I feel.

Soft. Warm. Comforting. I wondered what it would feel like to be able to hold and be embraced by the arms of my father. Would it be as soft and as fragrant as a freshly plucked flower?

I do not know, for I have not seen him since. Even a picture of what he looks like is not present in my mind.

Growing up, I always envy other children. I feel somewhat betrayed by the world realizing that I have no father! Fifteen long years of envy and betrayal have passed and not even a single knock at our door.

Soon, my envy turned into anger. And just as I was about to rage, a soft warm hand touched my shoulder. I looked behind me and there he was in flesh and blood. I hugged him tight. I forgot all the painful misgivings.

But alas! It was only a dream. A mirage of my betrayed mind.

Oh how I wish to be comforted by him, to be able to console him of problems only he could understand.

If only he would come to us. If only he would hug me. Even a glimpse if his face would be a leap of joy to my already broken heart. If only that happens, then I can sing all the verses of precious songs of love and forgiving.

If only...

I wrote this on the annual Zamboanga del Norte Provincial Press Conference. This piece won me second place in the feature writing category.

"if a pile of cash will make me forget that you're my bestfriend then i'd rather have no cash at all."

-spongebob squarepants-

waking up on the wrong side of bed

Another day in the life of Reimond Magno. I woke up this morning determined to make this day better. Pledging to see the beauty in everything I see. I kicked myself out of bed and headed straight to the mirror to greet myself 'good morning'.

I dreaded the sight. Strands of hair crumpled on top of my head, eyebags bagging heavily and worse, a pimple! A relatively large pimple! Talk about starting your day beautifully. I began to wonder how celebrities wake up beautifully every morning. I sighed. Life really is unfair, I mean, I can't even afford to surgically remove my eyebags-though that's not part on my life's checklist. I plan to use Garnier.

Anyway, back to reality, I forced myself to smile at the ogre in front of me. I'm not ugly, but you see, for the sake of modesty we oftentimes call ourselves the most lowly of beauty ranks. No offense Shrek.

I yawned. I think I'm going back to sleep to wash this ugly dream away. I hope I wake up beautifully this time.

toodles.

Rain Begins

Raindrops pitter-pattered
clustered abstractly
the placidity perplexes me
A gray cloud, surreal in its glory
dominates the sky
Howling winds begin to blow
stretching the barks of the bamboos bellow
And alas! It began to rain.
Water fell from the sky above,
a never ending well.
Greens rejoice for the gift of moisture
nourishing their thirsty roots.
The people wear their boots
and put on their coats.
Children played,
frogs croaked
because it started to rain.
Tapping on the roots,
like the drumming of the Indians;
flashes of light,
in jagged formations;
roaring thunder,
from the pillar of cloud;
all these because it began to rain.

-jan. 18, 2009

"i don't like food, i love it. And if i don't love it, I wouldn't swallow it"
-ego of ratatouille

balloon heads are the new trend

pon and zi

pon and zi-a silent love affair.

pon and zi

pon and zi [ch.1]

love is brightest in the dark

-kitara
-avatar, the legend of aang, the last airbender

i'm alive!

having recently recovered from flu, i have never felt so alive. take care every one!

boredom strikes

Sometimes boredom gives you the opportunity to do things you don't normally do.

Monday blues. And I'm sick.

I sat quietly on our Acctg4a class this morning feeling bored and tired to do anything. My voice is hoarse so the option to chat with my seatmate is clearly not a goos thing. Boredom kills, yeah, that's what normal people would say, so i grabbed a sheet of paper, my trusty old pen and began scribbling down doodles and phrases that come at random. Nothing significant really, just pure blankathons.

"how can I put this so that you'll believe me? You're not asleep, and you're not dead. I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you and I will always love you. I was thinking of you seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away..."

-Edward-
[from New Moon by Stephanie Meyer]

"... each person's lie is like a mountain. And every person has to climb that mountain alone. To begin with, you start in the valley, and it's warm and sunny, and there are lots of meadows and little streams, and buttercups and things. That'd when you're a child. And then you start to climb. Slowly, the mountain becomes a little steeper and the going isn't easy, but if you stop every now and t hen and look about you, then the wonderful views are worth every bit of effort. Ans the very top of the mountain, the peak, where the sn0w, and the ice glitter in the sunshine and it is all beautiful beyond belief, why, that is the summit, the great achievement, the end of the long journey."

-Rosamunde Pilcher, 'Toby"-

the english report

today i will report the value of consideration and concreteness in our English20 class. Unfortunate on my part because i haven't read the report yet and super nervous because i haven't prepared my visual aid yet.

i literary grabbed the manila paper from the canteen girl [yes, our canteen also sells miscellaneous school supplies] and rushed to the library to prepare the visual aid. a thing i don't normally do except on desperate circumstances. good thing maria was there who gladly-i think, especially on my part- took the marker and scribbled down the subtopics covered by my report. i released a sigh of relief after she finished.

lesson learned: never procrastinate. even if it means putting down a novel about to begin its climax for a petty English report. trust me. it saves you from nervous breakdowns.

random

The drive to write has encouraged me to update this blog every single day. aside from that, i have realized the good sides of blogging. It's not just about blah-blah-blah's, it's the idea that maybe, somewhere in the jungles of the Amazon or in the oasis of the Sahara, someone actually cared to read a little fragment of me every single day. I don't give a damn about having many followers, all i care about is that my thoughts are here. Ready to be read. Ready to spill, definitely not nuggets of wisdom but simple realizations a 17-year old encounters everyday.

I ended this article with this in my head. Enough to keep my brain working for my ECO2 class.

piece of cake

Have a bite of life.

the untitled story of someone unknown

She has been the apple of my eye since i started middle school. I couldn’t really say that i like or adore her- or something but there’s this thing that i couldn’t help but admire every time i see her.

Infatuation? Nah….

Admiration? More likely…

i don’t know her that much (except for her name), although we’re studying under the same roof, we’re sitting beside each other, and we usually talk-you know, school stuff. There was this sort of barrier between us. I don’t dislike her and she doesn’t dislike me either. Maybe that’s the barrier…we don’t dislike each other much, but we do talk-sometimes- at least.

Yes, we talk.

It was a sunny Monday (or was it Tuesday?). Our teacher instructed us to group ourselves into three for a miniature boat-building activity. The room shook as my classmates rushed and hold on to each other in threes. Coincidentally, she and I were the last ones left (we are 35 in our class). Because there are only 11 sets of materials (another coincidence-yeah right!), our teacher gave both of us a special job, to monitor our classmates while they construct their boats.

“Make sure they don’t copy each other’s boat designs,”our teacher firmly said,”I’m warning you, you are in charge. If there are copied designs…”, Miss Narumi stressed not finishing the last phrase so as to emphasize our poor fate.

And so, the poor little babies were left in the caring hands of me and her. For some unknown reason i felt kinda happy. Well i shouldn’t really be. Could it be because I’m with her?

Of course not!

i told myself that i was happy because I’m exempted from the activity. Heheheh. A devilish smile lightened my face.

“Why are you smiling?”she asked me and my sinister thoughts vanished into thin air. Her inquiring eyes perplexed me.

“Nothing”, I lied.

Then there was silence. The oh-so-familiar silence.

“I’m just happy that i’m exempted from the activity”, I added a few minutes later.

“Though…”, she couldn’t finish. She was obviously nervous about what might happen if we fail to meet Miss Narumi’s expectations.

I held her hand. She’s so fragile.

…..

“It’s gonna be okay”, I told her. For the first time in my life I felt an invisible connection towards someone. Her simple gestures: the way she brushes her bans away from her face; the way her mouth moves when she speaks;and the way her soulful eyes look at you when she speaks; all contribute to this Cloud 9 feeling I’m having.

We continued talking and then we stopped. We realized that we haven’t monitored our classmates. We laughed. Her eyes sparkled.

From that moment i realized that she’s someone special. She’s not the ordinary apple of my eye anymore. It’s like she’s someone i haven’t seen before.

She looks different now.

…..

it feels different now. It feels even better.

…..

☻☻☻

ACTIVITY 1-What is your goal?*

Goals define a person. These are the yardsticks upon which we can measure the success of a person-through the achievement of these goals.

My goal is simple. To become immortal. Not physically because that's obviously impossible, but in the very least, intellectually. I want to be as known as Edgar Allan Poe or Aristotle or Emily Dickinson or Jose Rizal. I want to have immortality through the works, the articles, that i will create. I want these literary pieces to live longer than my own life. These works are my shattered pieces. These things embody my whole identity. Every piece I create is a confession of my deepest thoughts.

To achieve this goal, i must first finish my degree and pass the Board Exams perhaps because I need a stable foundation to venture into this dream. After all these things, I shall then enroll at a university-somewhere and finally begin traveling the road to immortality.

*I wrote this this morning for our RS class. Not a good work though, but I admire my honesty in this piece.

People are people.

All are crazy,

and in love.

the state of nothingness-i call it blank(or vacuum) is that right?

so here i am again staring at a screen trying to write anything that i can write.
i don't know why i'm doing this actually but i guess i simply had the urge to talk about something i don't know what.

hmm

have you ever had this feeling before? you know, when you want to write stuff but you don't know what you will write about?

it's weird actually. very weird. because now i finally am inspired to do something, however, it isn't inspired to do me. hahaha. that was green. i mean, inspiration won't hit me. motivation is an important force when you're a writer, but without the inspiration-i don't know if this happens to everybody-but without inspiration, i feel like my write up lacks life. it's something that i just feel though. i couldn't bear asking people what they think about whatever i have written. it isn't that good. it is BAD.

anyway, i now know that i need inspiration. what will i do then to raise these carcasses? okaaaay. i feel like an ancient roman tomb.

where will i get inspiration?

blank.

i hope i see it when i should see it.

[this article is subject to grammatical errors. kindly correct my grammar and forgive my inability to check whatever i have written-i know, i'm sluggish.]

yours truly,
rEi

or Eimon

or reimond

or almos perf

or the crazy dude who wrote this piece.