Afloat. Fall is the time to think about stuff.
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Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, September 17, 2010
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?
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?
Friday, September 10, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
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.
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.
Friday, September 3, 2010
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.
Yeah. So that's five points. Five IMPORTANT points.
Anyway, cheerios people of the planet. I have a lunchbox to invade.
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.
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