To the ‘us’ that never was

Your love was the best kind of ecstasy

a mystic delusion

but a figment of my minds’ eye

a cul-de-sac of broken dreams

Question of the day:

“Paano mo ililink ang IT1 sa course mo?”

IT 1 teaches me how to think. As BS Chemistry students who will soon become the nations future chemists, critical thinking skills are very much needed in this course which is what we get to practice a lot in IT 1. For me, logic is the common ground of IT 1 and BS chemistry.

Lessons learned from the exercise:

I learned how to make a skeleton of a website using Hypertext Markup Language and how to make it look better using Cascading Style Sheets. I learned how overlooking the slightest of a detail could ruin everything. This may sound a bit bitter, but it’s a fact applicable to the exercise and down right true to life.

The Musician

He was different.

He brought the kind of music that made my heart dance in the silence,

composed the kind of lyrics that made me believe,

hummed the kind of lullaby that lured my doubts to sleep,

gave a performance that brought a whirlwind of emotions,

like a virtuoso,

he played me well,

he pulled my strings,

a euphony so well

that I thought I was his grand finale,

but I was just another piece he played.

PS: I wrote this in one of my classes during freshman year when my professor surprisingly gave us ten minutes to write about anything that comes to mind. I thought I’d just write something that ended up like this.

Unbosomings during my early puberty stage

I lock the door and I lock myself from the rest of the world. Or at least things used to be that way.

It’s a well plotted fib for immature teenagers like me. Whenever I had a bad day or whenever I was in a bad mood, I used to lock myself in my bedroom and never come out, thinking, that way, I could escape from the harsh conditions of the real world.
I would wish to just stay in there forever, to never ever have to come out.
What I then do the whole time I’m in my bedroom is sleep. Yes. It’s actually a very good way of escaping reality. And when I wake up, I would force myself to sleep again.

Dreams could be nightmares, but most of the time they are better than reality.
And you know what, people grow up. One day, I actually have grown enough to know that sleeping it out won’t change things.
Things are gonna be the same when I wake up, and no matter how much I push myslef back to sleep, it will still be the same when I wake up again.
And I will eventually have to come out of my room because I’m human and I get hungry too, and worse, I would have to make up for all the time I spent sleeping.
It took a lot of bad days and sleep for me to build up enough courage to not lock myself in my room the next time.

Life is like a huge slap in the face. You are forced to let go of your childhood pipe dreams more than one at a time.
Dear me,
You’re not gonna be an astronaut when you grow up.

to the time I found out Santa Claus was long dead.

I swear, life is a real heart breaker.
Fairytales are fairytales, fantasies are fantasies, life is not a movie.
The reality of the whole thing dawned on me one day, and I would go to sleep wishing it would be different when I wake up.

Everyone has to grow up at some point in their lives.
With the overpopulation today, imagine how all the people managed to rise above the wretched days puberty brings.
PS: Dear Kid, don’t let the bullies bite.