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Friday, 03 October 2008

Day Dream in the Night

I wonder why do I day dream in the night, should I call it a dream already, even if I'm awake. Why does it help me sleep well, but when I go back to sleep I see nothing not a single light coming into my mind. Why is it so important to me, but what makes it want me to imagine my dream? It might be someone dear to me, it might be the moon, or it might be one of my routines to fall asleep but i just dont know...

Friday, 29 August 2008

A Harsh Awakening by Persona 3

I sit, gazing out a window into a gloomy night, the rain tapping the window, tapping rhythmically, entrancing me...life slowly drifting away from me as the glare of the clouds entrance me, dancing into a cocoon…listening to my friends as they give my inspiration, opening my heart's gates. As the rain kept pouring down from the heavens, so do my tears flowing from my eyes...Listening closely, the words mesmerizing me, the words freeing me, freeing my soul...I become the unlimited pure voice, a vast and never ending sea of changes, I am the bird, the fish, the rain the cloud, I am free…reminiscing each memory I had in my entire life reminds me of each feeling I enjoyed, suffered, and doubted; however, the people who are part of my life are like a shield that protects me to enjoy each second of her life... Then they were gone, I was alone, alone in the darkness, alone in the heavy darkness, alone once again. The world had robbed me of everything that was mine, everything that was dear to me, everything... My world is turning and twisting, forming a whirlpool of darkness I cry into it, I hold on to my self, whatever remains of me I cry I laugh I cry I laugh…people yelling, suffering, needing help...once a harmonious place and now chaotic world where no one can find the light of hope in their hearts, minds, and souls... People screaming, gunshots fired, I couldn't take it anymore I sink into the ground and scream, I awake with a start, no gunshots just rain, no screaming just the kettle whistling, the pain dispelled... I am changed I am dead I feel none I cry none no enemies no friends I am none…and so it ends our journey, but this is not a goodbye for we meet again in our hopes, dreams, and futures
My search for inspiration

A piece that speaks to others, touches our hearts, and enters our minds and souls forever is what I find a masterpiece, for the role of a writer is to enrich us with their feelings, shout out their thoughts, and tell us what they think, for them, is right or wrong. As I talked to my friend about our love for music, and our friend Dustin; He recommended me to look at a website. I copy-pasted the link ,and pressed enter on my keyboard, and as soon as the browser had finished loading the site's contents, when my eyes first laid on it I saw their compositions full of wonders and surprises.

Words cannot express what I feel about their compositions. A mixture of every feeling giving a smile known to man. The pieces of their hearts carefully put in each word they write in their little notebooks. Each sentence having their own meaning. The way that pictures connecting to the paragraphs was very impressive. And I saw a red heart-shaped leaf with a very beautiful caption, and a sunset as well. I was captivated with it’s beauty and meaning, and their shot was focused on one topic: “The Beauty of our Mother Earth”.

Water from my eyes started flowing, and a warm feeling suddenly enveloped my heart. It made me imagine the clear blue sea suddenly drowning me, but I wasn’t dying. I was breathing my eyes opened on their own. And I saw different varieties of fishes living on colorful coral reefs; It was really peaceful in that world, and I was so happy to see it and everything in a balance. I saw their ways of survival, and interrelationships with another organism. Suddenly darkness appeared, and the world falling, crumbling in front of my eyes. Then I awakened. The dream was gone, I was in my room, lying on my bed with the television turned on.

Face the facts ,and stay strong. One day, we will know the answers to our questions; and our curiosity satisfied. In all of the things that I felt in my dream, happy, sad, and also painful feelings, will I surrender my life so that the peaceful world will comeback again? Maybe or maybe not. My heart craves for inspiration, like how a thirsty person desires for cold water that tastes so sweet. On this very instant I am lacking of what I desire, and I want it to come to me. Welcoming my thoughts, memories, and people who I love and adore. Everything taking it’s course, and wanting it the way it’s supposed to be.
Inspiration can be encountered by friendships, feelings, but the most frequently used their special someone in their life. My heart pounding like a thousand marching soldiers stomping with a loud bang on the rock-hard earth. Well, what I say is this my heart needs inspiration, and a heart loved and cared by the people, whom I treasure, in my life.

Friday, 18 April 2008

entre boot camp

lets see...
day 1:
wow was i late and i panicked...but still it was the first day and no one knew me yet at all...then when i got there i was sitted in a group with 1 facilitator(girl) and 5 guys namely: spot, dustin, austin, grant ,and francis...
then we made our name tags and then intros and then we got to know each other now...only one day it was already filled with laughter and words about our life, school ,and the like .
then at lunch we talked about spot and austin not liking vegetables and i told spot about one time i watches "oprah"--they were mixing veggies in cookies, cakes , and such and kids didnt even noticed, but austin started to laugh then grant then spot--and boy was their laugh contagious...i started laughing as well...hahahaha
then at snacks we had a ham sandwich and fries. spot and austin wanted some but i gave my fries to austin 'coz he was younger (hahaha...poor spot ). then dismissal had entered and the adventure continues on day 2.

day 2:
never mind yesterday...but we somewhat felt bored on day 2 and we treated it as a whatever for some reason. Joel, jag and the girls were on the lead or as spot would say to his brother jag and the girls ...where were we...oh ok...we lost well alot we made a door sign/hanger thingy [just one] and the other groups, but the other groups had 4 or 2 and one group also had one product...but we were the lowest...
lunch we were silent well same with snacks well i dont say any thing much in the 2nd day...maybe even in the 3rd day... oh yeah there was also a guest the president of Binalot...and he was from DLSZ too

day 3:
same as day 2 we were kinda silent but we started some laughs too...we made things out of paper but still lost to JJG's group*sigh* oh wells...i played crazy 8 with dustin and his friend randall
hmm...i sorta forgot what happend...
we planned things for our presentation suppossedly it was a lucky clover holder but oh well...my mom made "comments&suggestions/complaints"part *hahahaha*....

day 4:
tomorrow's the last day of the boot camp n but we successfully finished the item that we were gonna present...well minor problems with spot forgetting bonzy in chowking and he blamed the yang chow rice[???]...then he left it in the car...
we had to plan again after i told them about my mom's "suggestions" :smile: so we made bonzy out of styro, popsicles, japanese paper, small cups and glue...it was hard but we made it
we had activities and stuff and signing of workbooks

and exchanging of yms and adding in multiply...blah blah...etc...and pictures

day 5:
awww...last day...we had so much picture taking...hahaha VAIN MODE--spot...towe of power was so fun too!!! tallest tower!!!
well i got alot of memories then i started to call spot & dustin dad and franco & francis tito and grant&austin kuya hahahaaha....
ate cristhia gave us key chains ans MNMs...it was so fun :smile:
they were so fun ton be with i hope we still can keep in touch

i miss entrep boot camp

Tuesday, 25 March 2008

see u soon FG-ers

FG...~~when i hear that section~~...well in yr. '07-'08:
it reminds me of the: laughters we had, the tears we shed, and also the good and the bad moments too.
ill miss miss ren
but at some point some things have to leave behind...
1. being freshmen
2. your classroom
3. the bad memories
4. leave some of the immaturity
but still it's your choice in whether you give it up or not :P
...well
~~now im moving on the next year of my life sophomore year...in which in my old school is third year~~

ill miss FG
even now i still do :P