| Time is irreversible. It is infinite. |
The scent of soap and fabric conditioner brought about by the breeze that just passed by freshly washed clothes hung under the intense heat of the midday sun to dry reminds me of summer days of the young, innocent, and lazy. Times like this i just want to take a nap on a hammock under the shade of a guava tree, with the cool wind touching my half-naked and sun-kissed body, tired of the morning house chores, and with my straw hat covering my face and my dog licking my fingers. _aL
The clouds from anywhere.
They meet above us
and become darker.
They follow us wherever we go.
The clouds spit fire and roar.
The clouds are mighty,
yet they cry.
They cry because they’re fed up, maybe, of us?
They cry because they need release.
They are dark and they need to be white again.
Catharsis.
And they paint the earth with colors of misery, after they cry.
And the colors are vibrant when the sun shines on them.
The colors of mud, garbage, death.
and a picture of us.
Wacky.
a quote form Oskar Schindler. I watched the movie yesterday and it made me cry. Liam Neeson is a great actor, plus S. Spielberg is a great director, so all in all this movie is really great.
Anyway, while watching this movie I remembered a discussion we had in our English class back in college. The question was something like “What is a horror story?” Is it vampires and ghosts and ghouls? Not really. My prof let us imagine a scenario, and maybe you could imagine this too.
There is a 20-story building, and a window on the 20th floor is open. On that unit, a woman is seen holding a baby. She then looks out the window, stretches her arms as if offering the baby to the sky, then drops it. The baby dies as it crashes to the ground. It becomes street pizza. Like those cats that get run over by cars. And nobody cares. People just pass by. If I remember correctly, this is a scene from one of Stephen King’s stories.
No ghosts, no ghouls, no vampires, no monsters. But this is horror.
ow well, Schindler’s list scared me in a way that ghosts don’t. When people become amoral and don’t care anymore if people die in front of them, and when killing become a usual thing, that’s scary.
anyway, enjoy the rainy days! :)
The Tale of the Raindrop
The sky cries, and every tear becomes an exploding heartbeat when it crashes to any surface.
(and yeah i am too lazy to write something now so you might just want to continue that. LOL. bye. enjoy the rain)
Listening to Podcasts of DZUP’s Psycho’clock habit, and the topic is Music Psychology. Yeah everybody needs music! My psych teacher is one of the hosts. Go mam chei haha! :)
Psychological personality tests tell me that I am INTJ (logic, reason, and knowledge oriented, not very much emotional). My attachment style exam says I am dismissing (yeah like I have this “get away from me I can do it myself” attitude). And my faction test tells me that I am Erudite (that’s why I am mean or evil like that in some way, mean with a purpose, maybe.). :3
The day of the funeral is sunny. Summer. While everyone is playing with the waves, I am combating my tears. Only a few friends are here. My parent’s office mates are here. Some friends. Only about 20. Maybe our relatives did not hear the news of my parents’ death. They don’t care about us, actually. I was born out of wedlock. My grandparents on both sides were against my parents’ love because of reasons unknown to me and my parents would not want to talk about, so mom and dad had to get away. Here is where they ended up, the country’s capital. They got married soon after I was born. I don’t even have an idea of how my relatives look like, where they are, what they do. I don’t care anymore, actually. We’ve made it this far, and I will make it even without my parents. I have to be strong. For them, for myself.
But I am so confused right now that I don’t know where to start. I don’t know what will happen after my parents are put to their respective graves.
Yesterday, a man was telling me about an apartment which I could afford if I stop school for a while and work. I have to leave our apartment, I cannot pay for it, and I have to work hard for my education too.
Maybe a year is enough to earn and save and move forward next year. While thinking of these, a man approaches me from behind. He grips my shoulder and I turn around. He is wearing a black suit. I am too preoccupied to process what he is saying that I end up nodding in response. He is probably offering condolences. Then he walks away after a handshake.
While he walks away I notice something different. All the people I see have numbers above their heads. Long chain of numbers. My parents are dead and their numbers are gone. But this man. The number above his head is “0.” He is neither dead nor alive. He is something else. I run toward him and catch up.
“Wait, sir. wait.” I almost run out of breath.
“What?” He looks surprised.
“You…you are…what are you?”
He looks stunned, as if his greatest secret has been revealed.
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A Life Span of Tears ch. 1
okay so am not doing anything in the office and I got bored and here I am writing a continuation of the novel draft. haha. So I haven’t checked the previous drafts that I have written and this one yet, so sorry for grammatical errors and inconsistencies if any.
I am doing a shift in tense, by the way. :)
my motto from now on. less talk more work. ajaaaaaa!!!!!!
One of my new followers is asking for a continuation of A life Span of Tears. Thank you very much, and sorry I haven’t written anything yet. maybe I’m overthinking of what to write next. ow well, i’ll notify you if I have written something.
And thanks for reading.
:)
i just want to sleep. that’s all.
Gotta go to the eye doctor later to have my and my bruther’s eyes checked. hay, i don’t want to wear glasses because they hide the beauty of my eyes. (lol am not vain, stating a fact is not vanity hahahahaa). :3
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kasama sa mall.
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tama ba?
:3
just a self portrait of me. hahaha. this doodle thing on ipad is nice. :)
