Today, I went out of the house to go to school complaining about the heat. Halfway on my way to school, I saw the clouds darken and it started to rain. What I expected to be a hot afternoon turned out to be a rainy one.
The weather - it's the same with life. It's unpredictable.
Although weather has forecasts, we know that sure a percentage of these forecasts don't manifest exactly as the weatherman says. If we don't listen to these weather forecasts, we're left to witness the unpredictable-ness of the weather.
In life, although we got fortune tellers to foresee our future, nothing really happens as exact as the predictions; or worse, predictions don't happen at all.
Predictions are life's expectations. We predict and in our minds they turn into expectations we anticipate. But in life nothing is certain, really. What you thought was good can turn into a wreck in the next second.
La vida es impredecible. Life is unpredictable... but as they say, "in the end it's right." Well, hopefully.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Romantic relationships are a lot like friendships. Both kind of relationships require a lot of spending-times-together to grow and get closer, to give someone a special bond with another.
Through time, these relationships level up until it comes to the comfortable point that the bond becomes almost seemingly inseparable... some are kept for forever, but some bonds come to the point of breakage. Like a dead leaf falling off a tree.
The reality of life is that all things come to an end - but you know what sucks more?
It's when bonds that you spent years building through stories, friendship, love, and experiences, crumble down behind your back without you knowing.
It's when people who you had fun with, trusted, loved, shared your time, attention and secrets to, apparently don't feel the same way about you. At least not anymore.
And there goes that dead leaf off the tree, falling ever so uncaringly on to the ground, never to be part of the tree anymore.
Some things got me thinking that time and effort spent on building these special bonds don't matter anymore. "Pinagsamahan" may be as good as nothing. In the end, when the party's over, it's either you're invited to stay for the sleepover or asked to leave never to know a sleepover even existed after.
This, I think, is my present understanding of the thing called 'bullshit.'
Through time, these relationships level up until it comes to the comfortable point that the bond becomes almost seemingly inseparable... some are kept for forever, but some bonds come to the point of breakage. Like a dead leaf falling off a tree.
The reality of life is that all things come to an end - but you know what sucks more?
It's when bonds that you spent years building through stories, friendship, love, and experiences, crumble down behind your back without you knowing.
It's when people who you had fun with, trusted, loved, shared your time, attention and secrets to, apparently don't feel the same way about you. At least not anymore.
And there goes that dead leaf off the tree, falling ever so uncaringly on to the ground, never to be part of the tree anymore.
Some things got me thinking that time and effort spent on building these special bonds don't matter anymore. "Pinagsamahan" may be as good as nothing. In the end, when the party's over, it's either you're invited to stay for the sleepover or asked to leave never to know a sleepover even existed after.
This, I think, is my present understanding of the thing called 'bullshit.'
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Thursday, April 29, 2010
La vida es impredecible
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Again and again
Never believed that things happen for a reason(But this will be the last.)
But how this turned out, you moved all my doubts, So believe
That for you I’ll do it all over again
Who ever thought a day gone so wrong, would turn out so lovely
Even though the day went so wrong, I wouldn’t change a thing
-- "Again", Bruno Mars
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
You don't get any younger
I told a friend stories of my rabid fangirlism on pop rock bands when I was younger.
I used to scourge for front row tickets, to follow bands to their hotels an hour prior to their concert. I used to spazz, spazz, spazz and spazz about these bands and their band members. I used to love them and day dreamed they'd love me back. You can only imagine how much of a fangirl I was.
Maybe you have experienced that stage as well.
I think that was nothing but a stage for me.
Now thinking of all the trouble I went to... it tires me.
Musicians I like have come and gone in the country, I don't think I was able to watch a single act. (Except for that free Jabbawockeez-Kris Allen concert courtesy of Lia Reyes -thanks!)
First of all concert tickets are so expensive...
Secondly, I don't think I can go through all the spazzing anymore... the effort of running after your idols to get their autographs, pushing people past you so you can get the dead center front row spot.
I kind of feel old. Physically, emotionally and all.
Plus, I don't think I have an ultimate super duper favorite musician today anymore. (Except for John Mayer of course who is one hell of a wise, talented ass. It's weird. I wouldn't even spazz to see J.Mayer. Maybe I'd just stand and listen.)
I feel that I feel too busy to have an ultimate super duper favorite. All I do today is put my player on shuffle or listen to my latest song downloads.
Maybe, today, all I want to do is... sleep when I can, drink when I can, draw and paint beautiful pictures (find my art style), take photos, take better photos, watch a film, shoot a film, spend time with my lover, spend time with my friends, eat out, eat in, play with my dogs, hit the beaches, go on a trip somewhere far.
Man, I am old really...
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A poem doesn't say, it unsays
The outcome of my stressfulness is a little bit of a surrealist kind of poem that I happened to have blurted out to my friend a minute ago. It just popped out of my mind! Pop pop pop.
i am just trying to relax
i want to laugh but i cannot laugh
i want to cry but i cannot cry
i want to jump but i cannot jump because i am seated
i want to run but i cannot run because i am not forrest gump
