Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Who Could Have Thought ^^.

Almost 15 minutes struck the tick of the clock to a quarter by noon. Some sleep I had last night with all the good reason to stay up all night and just be someone else’s companion or let me say it inconclusively, just a chat.
 
An old folk as all does say, shan’t we talk to strangers when we were young. A good reason perhaps for the meekly child to consider and behave himself when he is reprimanded but for an old man as he, stranger are what we have as friends now. If not for the very first day of school you chose to get along with some rowdy looking child as you are and later on becomes your very companion for a lifetime. Friends―some God’s gift, huh!?

This year, I was quite blessed to have enjoyed the company of a few who as I can consider the best yet people there can be. Ironic though that most of us never actually met each other and were just conversing through some blank space, a product of human technology, laying enslave us all… placing that away as it was not the topic of this entry. These people barely a hunch I do know of besides the thought that we talk like we knew something was common in all of us.

I met a med student who almost I thought was my soul mate, who would’ve thought we had the same friend, the same ideas when we think likely maybe you’ll think he’ll be some doctor one day and I was a nurse so that would sum up almost everything, I guess not… for all the reason, I was comfortable with him. Just imagine two guys, plainly, that sounded too casual to actually share each other’s feeling unfazed that maybe the other would divulge it but if you’d thought about that instance, we trusted each other. On that very moment then. We did talk of way lot of things and even those far off topics so not in the league of circumstances we should talk about. Acting like we ever see the world in a more wisdom-filled ways as we could imagine. Cutting through we met up, and lo, things got awkward a bit. Like seriously it was like some first day of school. It was an experience for just some 2 hours of being with each other, I loved it. We were casual. We were just shy. You can laugh it out. The time may be quite ephemeral; bidding a hug goodbye was all it took to see contentment.

It never stopped there, somehow I’d be saying some appreciation on the social networks or just how technology affects almost everything though I still think that we never have had any normal lives as we did before the moment man finally perfected technology and never halted his dreams of reaching places far off the sky. All I can say is, my gift of friends grew a bit. I met a very good talented radio jockey, flattered a complete fan of a student, the cheers of a fellow friend whom I shared some thoughts on being an adult, the quintessential friend who almost got me into lovelorn situation, an almost lover, and just almost a day ago, I met another guest along this road I walk through… who would’ve like as I would quote on later, we’d be talking, sharing and at that… he gave that honor of actually knowing him more. You’d say at that I give off almost all possible emotion I have… a yes and a no. I do give what feeling I can have for the person to sympathize my own as I can do more care and concern if I can understand the feeling of actually befriending him, compassionate, kind and true as he is. A person who have so much to give, the bravest I’ve known far off better than I am. I salute the courage he has to take and the experience he shared with a few whom dearest with him that at least makes my own prejudices and problems a little off guard to think about.

Once in our lives we meet people from different walks of life, some creates good things with us, a few may do more than just hurt or maybe strengthen us even more but there will always be some unique number that we know at that moment would be a part of our lifetime.

This joy just keeps growing no matter shading clouds makes it all gloomy and forlorn. All that I can think of something important having to love people and for who they are, what they have experienced and what they have to give is a gift more than any treasures combined.

Clad on my own pillows, sitting like some other fool worn out by the day’s work… staring at that bright sunny weather outside… I say, all is well.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

An Impulse Is Close To Discontent.


I lay stacks of shoes like piling boxes in a warehouse. Unaware of the strong scent it does when worn. Seemingly, others would be as new, some may just be outworn, old, sipping with damage and the rest wet-filled with molds. The swell would rose finding no content as with its owner. A result of dissatisfaction and the quick interest to things and the hastened loss of importance to it.


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

BEACH-y Monday.

This will be the shortest blog just because I'm proud to be in this country and i just want to brag.

It is indeed quite FUN here in the Philippines.

The BEST Monday of January ever !!!


Sunday, January 8, 2012

A Spoil For Me.


Boredom shook me up to find sense after drumming out a few ideas in my mind as I go on with my usual business of studying my flashcards. Seriously, I get that most of the time I have the feeling of quite the inspiration to finish an entire chapter but I always end up havin’ to read the phrases for awhile before actually lazing out on the subject.

And so, I took off with what I’ve read about and just plainly watched a movie as I enjoy a few cold chocolate bars!!! Some sugar rush… later on I passed out and slept for an hour or two just because of that glutton thing I just did.

I get too absorbed of the pressure that I should pass the exams and just by experiencing all these stress free indulgence, I’d think I should really put my head to it and do something about my lazing out side of me.



Still, it’s a fact that sometimes when boredom get its way… prepare some bad habits turn to good spoilers.

That Midnight Outburst.


3 glass full of cola at dinner placed me up and doing about half past 12 midnight.

Things are just a whirlwind of thought, pent up emotions and misunderstanding.

 In just 1 week of havin’ the New Year I get to have so much drama suddenly or so happening beyond my own comprehension. Seriously, doing about all these ridiculous and if not gullible events I may have even place myself and so off the record of being totally in crisis. I need effin’ help and it isn’t coming until I ask for it which I have yet nothing came or if did, bloody where on earth should it be??!

I lost a friend, created so much silly nonsense out of my life, made it out a bad relationship, ended up acting sore and impulsive and now, anything that goes nearer to me gets the hang that I am not the type to be dealt with. Seeing me nothing but a fake, questionable brat unable to think clearly for whatever sensibility he has for his too good to be true kind of life.

Stuck over some incredulous thinking I can fix myself by pulling away from all social networks I’ve been and just now putting all the pride and guilt feeling I can have for myself checking them back anyways.

Seclusion, punishing myself this way is not even good. I thought so. And I may be right with it too.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Love, A Nonsense Definition.


What greater fear it is to love than to live. A lot of man died for this. A lot lost their sanity but for those who brave their own pride just to experience this wonderful feeling gets to be the happiest.

Falling down from a flight of stairs with all the pain thereafter, getting punctured by an unknowing nail, hit by a bludgeon or just slipping and losing a foot to a wet dirty puddle.

Pathetic ways to figure out love or just our own way of explaining it in times we just can’t bear it out.

Who knows we can totally become out of sense when it comes to sharing that same emotional predicament that every being alive gets to share.

Unique, simple and spontaneous in the littlest detail. 

Sunday, January 1, 2012

To Live Doesn't Mean Being Alive.

Everything is temporary.

From the beginning until the end all the things felt, experienced and shared never lasts neither too long nor too short. Something summed up hastened by every tick of time or just the sudden events unfolding.



That actual breathing, the very beat, and the quickest of senses; all comes down to a permanent stop.