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Oh, to go return to who I was back when I was still actively maintaining this blog. I thought life was always cruel to me. But life has fucked me up even worse and I’m close to caving. Revisiting this blog actually was a breathe of fresh air.
I hope life gets better.
My final teaching demo. A throwback. LOL
Icarus
He tucked his burning wings on his back as Icarus helplessly fled away from the night lamp my mom has set on my study the night I decided to write a poem. Fire burned his paper- weight wings, a powdered shade of gray falling ‘neath his shadow. Mom told me the story of the two moths as Icarus fell on the cold ground, lifeless.
Prologue
Holden looked at the sky and wondered what was beyond the feathery clouds that tried to envelope the Earth. “It’s an immense universe out there,” he thought, trying to fix his red hunting hat, “and here I am living a phony life.” His hands were wrapped around him since it was cold, and December has just started blowing its cold breeze. The clouds were moving quite slowly, and the sun was nowhere to be found, at least, to Holden’s point of view. He was desperate for something, but his mind was too caught up with many things, he did not know what to look for. The coldness was taking its toll, causing him to shiver, so he fumbled a cigarette stick from his pocket and lit it up, still looking at the expanse of the blue sky. “The known universe is so vast, I am but a speck of an atom compared to the immensity of it. But why do I still feel so alone?” His mind was cluttered, he cannot think straight. His chest was starting to feel heavy with emotions he cannot fully understand, and all he did was puff more smoke from the cigarette.
What will I do now? Where will I go? Who will I turn to?
Lots of questions started running around Holden’s mind, so he went straight to the nearest tree and bumped his head against its trunk. The physical pain he felt did not amount to the emotional pain he was feeling, he figured. Holden sat down underneath the shades of the tree and looked at the sky again.”I just need someone to talk to,” he concluded, “I guess I have to leave this place to figure out what I really need.”
He bailed the football game and went straight to his history teacher.
i have returned....
... only to be gone again.
Why do I keep on chasing the ocean? Its waves will never crash on me. Its rough sand pushes me down further. Its sky will float aimlessly away from me. The ocean will never be my home, but I still end up chasing after it.
"...and all those oceanic vistas are so divine." -Owl City (c) @rybanzlife (at Biak Na Bato Ambucao, Santiago, Ilocos Sur)
Where things break, I stand. (at Biak Na Bato Ambucao, Santiago, Ilocos Sur)
You know, Science stuff. 😂😂
"Everything's so calm and serene. I would sail and never be seen, never be seen again."
Saturated. (at Nalvo Beach, Sta. Maria Ilocos Sur)
all i ever wanted was to lie down next to you, hearing your heartbeat, watching it dance in a crazy waltz against mine. all i ever wanted was to make a universe of our own, decorating it with stuff we always wanted to have. but these are just dreams and hopes of one shallow man whose love is unrequited.
And the poet who once bled sad lines could no longer write a single word about being sad.
Disney Pixar’s INSIDE OUT had me bawling. Gaaah.
me: *pulls all nighter to finish assignment*
teacher: okay, since a number of you haven’t finished…
me: hoe don’t do it
teacher: …i’ll extend the deadline to next week.
me: oh my god
me sometimes. LAWL
Most people measure intelligence by the score one gets in a quiz, or the grade from a transfer task. And as much as I beg to differ, I have to abide by the rules of whoever constructed formal education since I would end up a traitor if I did.
I just do not get though why a lot of kids now are intelligent as to kinesthetic abilities, that the Arts is something for the dorks. I beg to differ. But what can I do if they prefer shooting balls than shooting films or hitting shuttlecocks than hitting notes. I do not know.
But then again, I may be wrong.
I have lots of 5-minute friendships - ones that started and ended within 5 minutes.
Fucked-up thoughts (via vylizardo)
