Ssshhhh
Monday, December 19th, 2005Location: At my mom’s office
Other people present: none
Activity: Secretly writing in my blog and taking a peek at my friends blogs while stealing the office ink and paper because a while ago I printed tons of chords and tabs
Emotion: Terribly happy
2 words: internet happy
Things running ’round my mind…
The Apocalypse
Will I ever make it to the big world? Will I ever live long enough to reach my dream and be a starving artist? Mind you, although I have a thin physique, I am not starving…that is my ultimate dream…like all the other writers who trapped themselves in their room and wrote voluminous works…I wonder if i’m ever going to be like them…
sometimes i feel hopeless..maybe art does not belong in our country…maybe i should really try to escape from this sick world of poverty and mediocrity…do people reallyn care about their integrity and truth… Which should I choose? Journalism or creative writing? Should I choose at all?
We are here for a purpose..I’m sure of that..everyone of us was made for everybody else…because if not then we should have not survived…but maybe God is starting to realize that we are not doing what we must do…will the apocalypse come?
Trivia: The Mayas prophesized that the world will end in December 23, 2012…they have never been wrong in their astronomical observations…and in line with this was the bible code prophesy that stated the same year…the world is to end with a comet or meteor
Could all of these be true..I hope not because thats justa few years from now…I have a life to live, a dream to achieve….
Ghosts
Do you ever wonder if maybe we are just in this world that is parallel to another one? That the ghosts we see are just visible manifestations of the presence of the other world in line with ours? Maybe its of a different time….you know how film looks like when it is exposed…somehow the pictures overlap each other…maybe thats how these so called ghosts appear…maybe its also our world…just a different time line…and we are living in this roll of film that keeps on getting reused again and again… Do you believe in ghosts? They say you should see to believe..I have already seen but I don’t believe? Why? Because the idea is so farfetched you wouldn’t believe yourself…you’ll think that probably a few screws in your mind went a little loose…maybe its just your imagination..but in the end you wonder….why?
Fear
How do you define fear? The feeling a person feels when he or she is affronted by something that challenges his or her existence? The feeling you come by when you see something scary? What is the meaning of scary or scared? Is it something slimy? or furry? or transparent and ghastly? Why is there not a definite definition? Why are we linked with words that don’t have sense at all…why is it that the word itself does not define the thing that has the word as its name (PHilo 1). Words are intangible yet we speak of them as if they also exist in the real world. Is it possible that we (mankind) only exist in someone’s mind? Is it possible that we are just part of a film that someone plays on…a film that doesn’t stop…a film full of cliches and loops…a film full of things called "human"? What is human anyway?
Sense
I wonder if I’m still making sense…maybe not..maybe you’ll dismiss me like what other people do… But do you ever stop to think that maybe we have no right..we have no life..we are just marionettes made to think that we have free will and we choose our own destiny…I guess its too much…as they say..a person is like a flowing river…we must not open much for we may overflow and damage a lot a lives….i read it in one of Kafka’s stories…he said that we are meant to only know what our mind can handle…if we force ourself too much….in layman’s terms…we may make ourself crazy…
Do you think I’m crazy? I hope not..I’m starting to think that I do have a little of what they call sense.