Let the Pebbles Sink to the Bottom of the Pond [12.18.09. ◊ 7:52pm] talks_2_plants [ mood | drained ] [ music | Meet Me at the Equinox - Death Cab for Cutie ] Like shredded butterfly wings our hands came together and music was heard. For about ten minutes, I forgot all about the perios, about the fact that I failed three out of six of them, and that I had let my grades go to waste. For about ten minutes, I forgot that there were problems to sort out, that I was tired and that I wanted to close my eyes and sleep. For ten minutes, it was just us and our craft, our sound. In the darkness, in the silent space between our first note and our last quiet breath, we found peace, we found happiness, we found a reason to keep believing that Christmas was on its way. In that brief moment of spectacular performance, we were one class, one united front, a chain link of iridescent hands all working to paint the same picture. We didn't win. But we did our best. And as cliche as that might sound, right now, as my head is whirling with the high pitched sounds and the blinding light around me, it is enough. It's time for a long rest. Everyone deserves a nice, cheerful break. Let everyone smile, and let that smile not be broken. Let it not be shattered. On that note, I'd just like to say that I'm shutting down my LJ, at least for Christmas and New Year. Happy Holidays, guys. /:] ____________________________________ Sa pag-ihip ng hangin Ako'y napilitang isara muli Ang bintanang binuksan na upang pakinggan mga umaawit sa buong kalangitan ____________________________________ 5 ◊ cmnt ◊ memories ◊ edit

where would we land? [12.16.09. ◊ 6:30pm] sharpenededges [ mood | satisfied ] [ music | Remy Zero- Fair ] Remy Zero- Fair We celebrated the LAST Christmas party of our high school lives a while ago! And yeah, I felt sentimental; I got mushy. I am certainly going to miss my high school friends. 4D shall remain in me wherever the road takes me. They've certainly been an inspiration to keep going even if life gets tough. Enough with the cheesy stuff, for there are still tests the coming days. Hope that everyone does well. AVATAR on saturday YIPEE! cmnt ◊ memories ◊ edit

Picky Eaters Get None [12.16.09. ◊ 5:20pm] talks_2_plants It was challenging. It was difficult. It was tiring. I don't wish that I were talking about Physics or SocSci. But I'm moderately annoyed that I'm talking about shopping. _________________________________________ After Paskorus practice, Claud, Ancer, Jowi, Yvanne, and I all took pedicabs to Trinoma. It was a sinch getting in, and we quickly split up: Claud and Yvanne went to find the others who were watching a movie, and Ancer, Jowi, and I started to go around looking for gifts. We passed by Tickles, and Jowi bought a gumball. Then we decided to drop our bags off at Landmark. They told us we couldn't leave them there if we were going around the mall, so we went to the concierge. (pronounce with zzhhh sound.) We asked where the supermarket was again and I facepalmed and laughed when I realized it was past the foodcourts down the escalator in Landmark. We entrusted our bags to the safety of the package counter and zipped up to the second floor, where we took one escalator up before realizing where we wanted to go was down. Yes, that happened to us a lot. We passed by tons of cool ethnic stuff in one area of Landmark. There were carvings of eagles and carabaos, bows and arrows, snake staves, wooden pencils holders, and to Jowi's infinite delight, barrel men. =)) Apparently they also had barrel WOMEN. That's really weird. @_@ You know who got shopping done? Ancer. He practically raided Comic Alley. There's a lot of pretty stuff there, but I shun them because they have no digimon tags or crests. [-( Around and around we went, looking for gifts. Sorry, I was choosy. My goal was to find interesting keychains or stickers with inspirational messages that cost about 50 each, for twenty people. As the "generic" gifts. It was a LOT harder than I thought. :(( After nearly collapsing in desperation when we exited fruitless Powerbooks, I decided to take a hint from earlier about dreamcatchers in Kultura. Only problem was... Kultura was in SM North. We plodded down the road and sped up an overpass-like thing to get out of the sun. Who should we see leaving SM North, but Ma'am Kiel and Micah? They offered to help look for gifts in Trinoma, but we just came from there, so we turned them down. :-j We found dreamcatchers in Kultura. The size of dinner plates. @-) In the end, I wound up buying ---------. And I cut down the number to 16. So, sorry, four people out there (who probably weren't expecting to get anything) really aren't getting anything. 'Cept maybe palancas. :-? _______________________________________ Cupid, take your damned blindfold off. One arrow left. Take aim. 4 ◊ cmnt ◊ memories ◊ edit

big lights will inspire you [12.14.09. ◊ 10:21pm] sharpenededges [ music | Empire State Of Mind- Jay-Z Feat. Alicia Keys ] Empire State Of Mind- Jay-Z Feat. Alicia Keys Today is one of those okay days. Nothing extraordinary. Same old, same old. It was my usual Monday. Probably the best thing that happened today was the COCC Christmas party. The simple agape made me realize that high school's end is fast approaching. SO FAST even that I've been thinking college more than ever. WELL, I actually think about college at a daily basis, but this thinking seemed different from the others. I really wanna pass my preferred universities, especially Ateneo and UP. In less than a month, my fate will be decided upon (actually my fate has been decided, to be announced is the more appropriate fragment). I remember being aboard the bus with my Soutville-mates, (talk about jumping thoughts, but they're related I tell you.) and I remembered us talking about the JTA of Ateneo. This is actually one of the prime reasons why Ateneo trumps over UP for me. It was exciting to actually consider that I and my high school peers will get back together for Junior year to take up studies abroad. VERY EXCITING in fact, that the thought of it gives me an intellectual orgasm. And because of that excitement, I decided to look it up today. AND YEAH, it's something that I'd really want to be a part of. PLEASE LORD, PLEASE. I do hope that my parents allow the expenses that will be entailed with this excursion. HEAVY college thoughts have got to stop circling my mind. It's becoming a burden, really. Just gimme the results already, demmet. On a lighter note, it's 11 days 'til Christmas! Goodnight Freaks! cmnt ◊ memories ◊ edit

Ochre, Earthblood [12.14.09. ◊ 9:36pm] talks_2_plants [ mood | heavy-hearted. ] I don't quite remember what my journal title is right now, but I seem to recall last setting it as "Journal of a Problem Expert." Iego has always told me that I worry too much about my issues, and sometimes problems that supposedly don't even exist for me. Maybe I imagine my problems and the world just gets so fed up with me that it makes them real. Iego always knew the right thing to say; I just think he never knew exactly the right way to say it. I suppose everyone has sometimes felt the need to tell me I can't reserve the right to worry when I've been blessed with so much; I don't disagree with them and I can see how much has been given me. Whatever it was in my blood that grayed my eyes as I grew up is still there, and it's always an argument of morality in my head going on. If you can't see where I'm going with this, then that's most probably good for you. My status messages and marker tattoos, if strung together, paint ugly pictures, chaotic with no aesthetics. ________________________________________ I take nothing back. Turn back the clock and banish the whispers. Let him languish in his silence. If it were entirely up to me I would have done exactly the same. The sadness in me for your plight and your loss is overshadowed and swallowed by my loyalty and my instinct to protect and to serve. Your wrath is unwelcome and your peace is better held but if you choose the ice i swear i won't shatter. if the sky reclaims the moon and over and over the stars might twinkle and make you forget then honor be his and mine as the shield. _______________________________________ Blood under his fingernails. Bale is dead. And I commit myself to yet another blackbreath book, happy to serve the sentence of lungs compressed and throat run dry. If I lick my lips and the bitter words taste, then the pages are worth it and so is the time. The mist in my mind is sweet - intoxicating and as well imagined, poisonous. Days pass and the text does nothing to make the sun brighter, but the covers are not like to close. ___________________________________________ In English, now, then? It's perio week and I don't feel like taking a single test. Maybe the New Year will bring better spirits. And a resolution, perhaps? 1 ◊ cmnt ◊ memories ◊ edit

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