November 2009
16 posts
We definitely will be missing these discussions and fooling around when we graduate from college.
Crazy friends—
…Tsk tsk tsk.
I am not interested with food now.
My eyes are tired, but my mind isn’t. I cannot sleep.
This whole ordeal is burning me out.
I cannot make music, I cannot make art.
I could only write, if, to write, my heart would be relieved.
I am disinterested with the things I used to love.
There is this great pressure to be what is expected of me.
Even laughing has become a thing of the past....
It angers me that I should ever be helpless.
But there it all is, the beauty and horror of it,
The indelible truth of it,
The existence that makes me doubt my own.
But in the end, we are what we have endured.
We are what and who we have chosen.
And we choose where to go.
The more pieces I pick up,
The more I realize—
I am an alien to my own boat.
It feels good to be young, doesn’t it? Every feeling—fresh. Everything is new. Life is like a big adventure, where there is a promise of a treasure chest as prize.
But sometimes, there aren’t prizes at the end of a voyage. Just scars.
…And eventually, pain just isn’t as painful anymore.
Pretty much sums my mind now up.
Mameshiba (Instrumental) (Hidden Track) - Yoko Kanno
There it was, my reaction last night was a bit exaggerated. Dad says these things are really part of life, and that maybe it’s just stress that’s causing me all this.
“It’s all in the mind,” he says.
I guess I just need rest.
…
One could only know courage and hope when there is fear first.
And when all the magic and mystery gone, and logic and truth suffice—
What of you and your perfect little world?
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps...”
– Ayn Rand (via kari-shma)
And this is why, I do not like to love. For every time I do, someone always ends up getting hurt. It’s complicated. My ways, at least.
Beyond words.
So now, what is to be kept and what is to be taken out?
If only we had brain organizers for thoughts that have a habit of mutating into something else… thoughts that display themselves excessively or go into hiding when they are needed… for thoughts with a knack of contradicting themselves… and for thoughts that limit or exhaust you.
Ugh.
Mmmmmm.
Hello, little piece of paper with tiny numbers.
When do I exchange you for a lovely cup of macchiato?
October 2009
10 posts
This needs a lot more getting used to.
…
Try as I might, I cannot hope to grow some few centimeters of maturity limbs overnight. :(
Fear. Hesitation. Resolve. Courage. Hesitation. Failure. :))
I promise I won’t lose you this time, dear lady. :)
Free week. :) On the list:
1. Shoot for this photo contest, with entries due on October 28. Theme: “Life’s Unguarded Moments” (where to shoot, where to shoot??)
2. Read the rest of the books I haven’t yet read. And the new ones I’ve downloaded heeheehee. (in progress)
3. Intensive room-cleaning. Throw away the things that are useless!
4. Movies. :D
5. Oh, and...
The reason why I love pencils is not because they have erasers, but because they can write even when turned upside down.
Wonderful Afternoon
This afternoon was one of the best afternoons in my life.
Every single visit to the Nery’s makes me fall in love with them even more.
Nothing much happened. We were doing Music, and I asked them to write what music means to them. How they feel about it. Gelo would write very little, but when talking with me, would not stop until he runs out of breath. Maggie wrote the prettiest expressions...
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.
Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. :)
Pushcart Classes Help Break Gang Chain →
Got this from CNN. Really inspirational. Watch the videos. :D
A photograph—
Kept well, survives the airs that eat it so.
A photograph—
Processed hastily, effaces over time.
A scene—
Taken in a mind’s eye,
Will not be a photograph unless one shoots it.
September 2009
1 post
August 2009
7 posts
“Six billion of us walking the planet, six billion smaller worlds on the bigger...”
– Dean Koontz (via kari-shma)
♫
I hear the tiny voices singing and clapping—
The wind plays tunes to which the plants are dancing.
Here inside, I sit, listen, and make rhymes
Of how beautiful sound my funny little chimes.
♥ ♫ ♥
Tomorrow will be teaching music day. Kamille will be learning Suzuki in the morning and Maggie and Gelo, some simple flute tunes in the afternoon.
I have to master at least one or two pieces to teach them tomorrow.
Hmm… I wonder how I can get them to be interested in learning music theory. :))
evening tunes
I hope I have enough of what I have now to pull this new tune off.
Sadly, I don’t think tomorrow, I’ll be as strange as I am tonight.
…
Anyway—
sleep comes.
devincastro:
Frakkur / Summer
Frakkur is an...
Names Cannot Name
Oh, that I would see a face as innocent as his,
Endeared, the sleeping smartass has no clue.
Beneath the sky, the rain, the evening bliss,
A lover sneaks a kiss or two.
July 2009
39 posts
Rock Formation
Caught between melting completely or solidifying again.
…
Geology is starting to get to my head.
Hahaha. Exam tomorrow! Wish me luck.
Headache..
..Not now. :|
Writing ideas, not now.
IDeas, not now.
Or, Nat Sci 2 exam, please, not tomorrow. Hahaha.
devincastro:
Sigur Rós / Untitled 8...
Plates. :|
I miss working on plates late at night. I miss shopping for materials. I miss going to hardware stores looking for the perfect socket for my lamp, Or going to Quiapo to buy that rare Lucky black and white film. I miss sleeping on my plaster-coated styro prototype of a compact powder, Or dozing off on my keyboard when the Blender 3D commands literally start blending. I miss walking under the rain...
...
:’(