Tomorrow Signals Forever

November 2, 2009
08:23 pm

Hours from now, the night would now wane into a new day, like it always does. But, tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow would not be the same day like any other day that I wish to end. Part of me is reluctant to wake up to that day, but a better part tells me to look at the adventures in store.
Tomorrow I say goodbye to my childish dreams of flying like a superhero and fighting off bad guys, or even dreams of growing old. Tomorrow, I say goodbye to the boogeyman in my closet or the ghost underneath my bed. Tomorrow, I say goodbye to my dreams of being a child, a kid, and a pre-teen, who would always babble over senseless clichés and fuss over random faux pax.
Tomorrow, I would once again leave a part of me behind my past, thinking of ever looking back at it again. And tomorrow, dreams of me becoming a prince charming saving a damsel in distress would now be put to its halt and would remain as a fleeting memory of my insecurities.
When the clock strikes twelve, and when I open my dew-laden eyes, I think I would now be looking at the whole world with a new perspective, viewing a farther horizon on what I once can see for the past seventeen years of my life.
Yes, tomorrow, I am turning eighteen, branded as a young-adult – a new member to the adult population of the country, and another insecure, inferior and pimple-marked teen who just went out of his sheltered cocoon, waiting for the things that would be thrown at him of the so-called life.
I am eighteen tomorrow. And the dawn of the thought isn’t hitting me right now. Perhaps tomorrow, when my friends text me their greetings, or they ask you for a free treat, that the idea of me turning a year old would smack me squarely in the face. But tonight, as I exhaust of what is left of what I think is my talent in writing, the truth is quite elusive; evading my thoughts of entering adulthood, evading of what would seem as my idea of being a man than a boy.
I am thankful that tomorrow, I survived yet another mortal year; surviving yet another game of hide and go seek together with death; and surviving yet another encounter with God’s judgment day.
I am thankful that I live.
I am thankful that I got a really nice family that just does what a family does.
I am thankful that I got the best set of friends, both from La Salle and my province in Bikol.
I am thankful that I got to meet a lot of people who help me build a puzzle of who I am.
I am thankful that I am in one of the best schools in the country.
And I am thankful to God that I still am alive for the past eighteen years.
It’s not everyday that I write about what is running around in my mind, and it’s not everyday that I turn eighteen.
Tomorrow, when I wake up, maybe, just maybe, the facts about my birthday aren’t going to hit me straight in the face unless I’m already eating noodles which my mom would cook for me.
Tomorrow, I say goodbye to a fragment of what I call my seventeen year-old memory, and would say hello to my new 18 year old memory.
Happy Birthday John Mark, and I wish you all the luck that you can get.

Of Weird Clouds and Youtube

Does anyone know what these weird words are for?

Just recently, I knew that these random words stand for tag clouds that you would usually find at youtube.
(Believe me, I just recently knew this one, and just recently I knew that this kind of thing exists.)

But back to reality.
Last November 25, we did an experiment for one of our subjects in school wherein we would be monitoring the video traffic or the videos that are being uploaded in youtube for a span of 6 hours.

It was really a long wait, and for every two hours we have to take note of the videos recently uploaded and the genre of the video, as well as from what country the video was uploaded from.

Tally:

How to – 7
Entertainment – 35
People & Blogs – 48
Comedy – 15
Music – 20
Sports – 14
News & Politics – 8
Travel & Events – 4
Education – 6
Auto & Vehicles – 6
Removed – 4
Pets & Animals – 3
Gaming – 5
Film – 4
Non-Profits & Activism – 1
Science – 2

Total Videos: 182


• Most commonly used tags: Entertainment, People & Blogs

• Average length of video upload: 2-3 minutes

• Average age of the video uploader: 17-20 years old

• Statistics of uploads by country:


• Statistics of uploads by language:



• Count of videos blocked: 1 but 3 videos were removed.



Other significant results:
• There were new categories added to the usual categories such as Non-Profits and Activism.

Toying with Old Memoirs and Bluer Skies

Nostalgia

It's always like that whenever you miss the people that you really hold dear, despite your sentiments against them, as well as their shortcomings.

It's always like that, always.

But, I really don't get it why its that why.

It might be some lingering feeling of guilt over the people that you want to prove yourself again. To show that you are worth it, and not just a face in the background of each class picture taken.

I just read some common Bicol terms in the library recently, and it made me feel all nostalgic. Its like black and white images, still and moving, are flashing in my mind one by one - like a movie on repeat. Its like a film, that ceases to end, and would continue to linger, to transcend and to withstand the test of time.

All of them in the picture, including me have moved on with our lives. We chose the path that we want to pursue, chased the dreams that we long for, and made the mistakes that our mind can't fathom just yet. Most of us chose paths that time has been pushing down on us, but some were courageous to go against the flow and cast their own shadow.

I wanted to cast my own shadow. But that's not possible at this moment. Nor at any other moment at a time called youth.

But let's go back.

Once upon a time, I met all of them, and like happily ever after, i will remember them.

Copyright

Be forewarned..

All essays in this blog are placed under a copyright, and those who are caught plagiarizing any of these works would meet their due reprimands.

Thank you for understanding, and would be updating soon.

Promise

Promises are meant to be broken

But this promise I will not break.

My blogs, namely, Hierarchy of the Aces and Insanity.Profanity.Dignity would be undergoing a major overhaul.

For Hierarchy of the Aces:
* Deleting corny and cheesy entries like the song and writing about the true human life and adversaries.

* Writing seriously, and exhausting all means to practice my writing prowess.

* To write friendly and user-friendly entries.

* And to show my true ego!

For Insanity.Profanity.Dignity:

* More topics. I wish i don't run out of ideas.


Stay tuned!

Knowing

If You Only Knew

Then Would You Know?

Would It Change Anything?

If You Only Knew that every laugh is commensurate to a stab to my already fragile heart

If You Only Knew That I was looking for someone who would make me smile

But then, would that make a difference?

Then Would You Know, How Sad It Is to Be Me

Make ME Laugh, and I'll be gone from the darkness

Then Would You Know, how it is to be the real me...

My Eyes Hurt
So Does My Heart
When Will Pain End
When Will My Wounds Mend

I'm A Loser



But I'm Obviously Lying


It's called FRONTS and I am fully capable of doing it so.


LIE LIE and LIE some more

Maybe the world is just a world full of the web of lies. An entire connection of fallacies, false hopes, empty promises within the wor;d in which we could not decipher.

We continue living in this world of lies, not knowing that we too are both the victims and the suspects of the same crime.

The truth is as bleak as the future. Its incomprehensible, its enigmatic, yet its not real.

A Lie, it is just a LIE.

2009 : Resolutions and Cliches

Its the start of a new year once again ladies ad gentlemen, and word on the street is, its going to be a lucky green year because its the year of the earth ox.

*I thought that since its the EARTH ox, it couldve been brown.*

Anywho. The start of the new year, well, triggers the quite funny antics of people who wish to clamor for change and want to start the new year right. People often promise to do this to a certain extent, but ends up breaking the promise after an unforeseen circumstance. Filipino's are quite fond of this antic, and so does the rest of the world. They call it their new years resolution, but I call it a cliche.

Every year, its like part of an ancient Filipino New Year tradition, the media noche, the making of those irritating noises when midnight strikes, the creepy polkadot dress and shirts, the frantic running just to open all the lights in the house, the illogical jumping up and down just to gain some height, and, ah,yes, the new years resolution.

"Oh, you know mommy, i have a new years resolution up my sleeve...*with eyes whose expression was like she found her doll that was ravaged by racoons*"

"What is it baby?? *with all the weird enthusiasm of a mother*"

"I wont lie anymore... *better hope his fingers were crossed*"

And so many other resolutions like this kept on harping and being heard all over the town, like so and so would not drink anymore (but would eventually drink when there is an "occassion"), and that so and so would be faithful, would try harder on his or her studies, would stop loving, would work hard, and other mundane stuff that they speak of.

Truly, it is the more brilliant example that it is easier said than done.

You know what I mean, these people *including me for the record* would babble up somr random stuff that he or wishes to do in order to attain change. New Years Resolution in fact are one of te most effective avenues where one couldve seen the things where they really do have flaws, and one of the many ways in which people would want to strive for change either for the betterment of themselves or the people around them in general.

But what is wrong in this scenario is that, you have to wait for 365 day intervention in order for people to wish change for themselves. They isolated themselves in an idea that "hey, its a new year, maybe I should change my attitude". Their sole distinct mark for change is just to wait for a new year so that there could be change.

What if the country was like that. What if the Philippines wanted to change the way the economy operates for the betterment, but would still wait for that 365 day time line.

Like the rest of the things that God created in this world, we could only attain the change we want if would do it in a daily basis, not just a one time big time promise that only happens once a year. If we would like something to improve within ourselves so that we could become better citizens of our nation and better children of God, we might as well try to find our humane faults and try to deal with them, like the saying, strike while the iron is hot. We must try to reduce the faults that we have into a minimal level so that it does not accumulate to anymore mistakes that we would likely do in the future. Why wait for a 365 day period just to see the many faults that you have already accumulated, where in one day at a time, you couldve changed it, and become a better person at the end of the year, and emerge as an even better person at its start.

All people do want to babble up things for the betterment of themselves, but they neglect the fact that change does not happen in a day. It takes a serious amount of time to achieve the thing or the change that you want, be it minute or ginormous. Its a step by step account on what are the things that we want to do just to achieve that change.

We might not as well strive for divine intervention or extreme enlightenment, but just random acts that would compound to the change we desire would be our best means, rather than resorting to such fallacies(?) like resolutions.

Are we still up for resolutions?

I know i'm not.