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.