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Thursday, January 19, 2006

After the storm, a peaceful calm permeates the surface. Buildings are slowly being reconstructed, houses rebuilt, and lives being recovered. Then the mourning takes place. People soon realize lives are lost too. Workers see that nothing really can be done, and volunteers give up hope trying to bring smiles to these people's faces. Nothing will ever be the same again. Except for one miracle, 5 little babies, all black and covered with ash, but alive nonetheless. 4 are near each other, with one at a distance. The babies are silent, except for the separated one. She cries out, desperately looking for something to hold on to, pure human instinct present in that nubile body. Someone needs to take her in.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Sometimes I wish I was a braniac with no need for study time, and all I had to do would be to open a book to the lesson and comprehend its contents right away. I envy people with that capability. I find it unfair that people who don't really show effort get higher grades than others who pour their hearts out on something. I miss feeling smart. I miss the excellence without work.

In short, I miss the Grade School, the oh-so-simple life I used to hate. No worrying about anything, just sitting back, watching television, talking about video games, and playing basketball. What a simple life.

But then again, that would be such a boring life. No thrill. No excitement. No twists and turns. That would be a life TOO simple for me.

So maybe I'd wish to be a little older. Going out every Saturday, driving my Mazda 6 (I WISH), bringing friends home, going out on beach trips with my barkada. That would definitely be an exciting life.

But then, again, that would be a life TOO exciting. I'd rather stay at home and be a boring bum sometimes. And sometimes an exciting life gets a bit too "tangly" if you know what I mean.

So, what I'm trying to say is I love my life. And I love to be in between of everything. This is the best time of my life. I'm old enough to go out, and young enough to be a kid.

"Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up".

loved // Deens // 10:12:00 PM