NEWSFLASH.

Here are my advisory grades:

Eng11: B (hmm... It's pretty weird why I got a higher grade in Lit than this. Medyo "thrifty" :)
Lit13: B+ (Mr. Elmo is so generous)
ES10: C+ (Sad... I MUST PARTICIPATE IN CLASS!)
ES12: B (No comment)
Ma18a/b: C (It's ok. With the midterms, I'm C+. I hope I get a B final grade. hihihi... pangarap)
Fil11: B+ (Yay!)

Overall, it's not bad nor is it good. Kailangan pa magbengga! *sigh*

SHARDS.

Darkness. That abysmal part in a pool of pure white moving from end to end. It is said to be the window to the soul. But now, it is a door, flooded with grief, the cries of bitterness and sorrow represented by each escaping tear.

These little lifeless things assigned by nature itself to express man's extreme emotions. They escape man heeding to go back to where it came from, the earth, and to release that feeling it contains within it from the depths of a man's soul.

It is this cycle of containing and releasing that brings about the nature by which we live. Give and take. Life and death. The nature of things.

Tears. They take with them shards of man's emotions. Burrowing them deep in the ground. Making them one with nature.

But they always come back for another time.

SCATTERED.

Just looked at my high school pics. We looked so so so uber-happy. Those times that I took for granted. Those times I did not take for granted. Those golden days had long since passed.

Reality leaped forward and I've been walking way behind him, still staring at those things that are now just a memorabilia called the Past. I yearn that feeling of familiarity that it brought with it.

Everything has changed around me. I no longer feel comfort of what surrounds me. In my mind that fails to accept that time cannot be turned back and that I am now here, I am in a world that is not my own.

This is not my world.

BUT IT IS.

Two freaking months of this hell obviously haven't made it any easier to let it all sink in. I know that the time will come when my new world will be in order, and then, I can call it my own.

But for now, it is yet inconceivable how it will come to be.

Until that time comes, I will have no world of my own.

On my own. In a realm so alien to me. Scattered.

LIFE: A DONE DEAL.

In life.

We revolve around an invisible sphere of happiness and sadness. It is improbable to get one and not the other.

Without each other, they simply cannot exist. One exists because the other exists. It is the essence of the cloak of reality that binds us together.

We live to experience.
The elation from joy that can lift us upto the bright heavens.
The daggers of sorrow that can sometimes tear our hearts into pieces.

When these daggers strike, there is no more reason to ask "Why?" because life's a done deal.

Just as a quote, which my friends always enjoy mentioning, says:
"DON'T ASK WHY. ASK, 'HOW CAN I OVERCOME THIS?'"

There is nothing more that can be done but to cope. Accept. Adapt.

Life may be larger than us, but we can always give a good fight.

WHISPERS TO BE HEARD.

I was in this house alone with Darkness beside me
But the whispers won't go away
I have summoned the dark but the silence won't break free
The whispers were flying with the breeze
They are here, but I would not hear.

They still pierced, I felt them burrowing in my head
Then came Silence from his prison hushing the world around
The death of the air clasped an embrace around me
I felt safe as I knew that the whispers were bound.
They were here, but I did not hear.

Silence went to me and bade his farewell
I wept. "Don't go" I said, tugging on his side
Then he left and the voices returned
Overwhelming they were, I stood terrified
They were here, but I didn't want to hear.

Still, they didn't stop, with no choice, I listened,
They were soft voices so familiar to me
Darkness left, then light came
My eyes too blurred to see

o0o

Most of the time, it takes more time accepting the truth than finding out the truth.

A WARNING TO ALL.

It was five PM, my friend Pizza and I went to the SEC-A rest rooms to have our "after-PE" routine. I usually just took a few moments to change clothes, but for some reasons, my paced slowed. I was a bit anxious that a GIRL would be done EARLIER than ME. It's just the thing that girls take more time in the restroom... ahaha... I'm becoming irrelevant. So, when I got out, Pizza was already there, but she seemed to be looking for something.

I was wondering what she was looking for.

Then, she told me. HER BAG WAS MISSING.

She said that she just left her bag on a stand before going inside a cubicle to change her clothes. When she got out, her bag had already vanished.

It was obvious that she had been having a bad day before the incident, but I guess bad things can turn out worse than we can expect. So, we looked and looked everywhere for it, but it was nowhere to be found. I then went to our (guys') CR to see if it "materialized" there, but of course it wasn't there too. Sad... Pizza was suddenly gone when I went out.

After a few secs, she was back, and with her was her blue floral bag. However, she was already teary-eyed. She found her bag on the nearest staircase open. It was abvious that the Atenean thief had rummaged in it before leaving.

Her ID was still there. And her coin purse. And also an envelope which contained some of her money. And her other stuff. BUT HER CELLPHONE AND WALLET WERE GONE.

It makes me wonder what motivated the Atenean to steal.

Did she need the money? Is she a klepto? Did she do it just for a natural high?

I guess, we wouldn't really know. That is until we would have our own CSI in Ateneo :) which i think won't ever happen.

I just hope that dear ol' Conscience would wake her up in the night and never make her sleep!