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“and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind”
(billy joel)
9:41 pm.
oh yes. the complications amidst the simplicity of women. each and everyone of them a unique and a rare breed. coz from their volatility comes the nature of being so dangerous. you just dont know the extent of their capabilities. its more than just understanding them. its more than just loving them. oh yes. and as Rudyard Kipling wrote, for the female of the species is more deadly than the male. true to the bone.
the past days, i had been reading articles online about the legend, michael jackson. well. most of the articles lately were more michael jackson-friendly, i guess. thats what you get after your death. LOL since he started performing at a very early age of 6 or something, somehow he missed the most important part of his life and thats childhood. thats probably why he was always close to kids. thats probably why he still wants to play. thats probably the reason behind neverland. but well. its too late for these things. the guy’s already dead. and thats sad. if all the praises they’re doing now, they did while he was still with us then probably things could have been better with michael jackson. he could have coped better. he could have lived a more normal life. but thats how cruel life is.
from what happened, its sad to note that people just appreciate things way after they’re gone. coz all the time that the thing is within our reach, all we do is take it for granted. we never realize what we had till its gone from our own hands. and we never learned our lesson coz it happens all the time. yes. we never do.
today was kinda cold still. chilly. and it drizzled again. gloomy on most part of the day. i begin to wonder if there’s still the summer season. probably we skipped it. we are probably in the fall now. if the leaves start to fall off tomorrow then im pretty sure we skipped the summer season.
i remember the process of metamorphosis. its a thing we first learned in our basic science back in grade school. but at this level in life, i see it as a phenomenon of nature. its magic, you know. for us to see a full grown butterfly with all its pretty colors, we sometimes forget how it came to be, you know. yes. from an egg to a caterpillar to a pupa in a cocoon and eventually into the beautiful butterfly. amazing, aint it?
well. i think its similar to living. each time we have to change. evolve. each time we have to shed some old stuff and move on. each time our old self will die and we are in a rebirth into a new and better us. its a continuing process, you know. till we break free from our own cocoons, spread our own wings and fly freely into the skies. wow. it makes sense, i guess.
now. where are you in the metamorphosis of your own life? you could still be an egg. or a crawling caterpillar contained in just a leaf all the time. or probably still a pupa hanging upside down inside a cocoon. but the thing is, all of us have to become adult butterflies eventually. probably its just a matter of spreading out our own wings and learn to fly. and learn to break free from the four corners of our very own cocoons. its time to stop crawling like a caterpillar. its high time to fly. explore beyond our own picket fences. coz outside of where we are now, everything is endless. outside, the world has more colors than you can ever imagine. coz life does not stop on those gates. life is way better beyond.
somehow each one of us has experienced the esssence of love in one way or the other. yes. you could have loved someone, a friend or something deeper. you could have loved a job. you could have loved a pet. or a thing. what im trying to say is amidst all the loving you can ever share and give, we must try to retain our own individuality. lets try to retain who we really are. so we always maintain that space between the thing we love and ourselves. and i wanna call that space the space between. that space between will always keep our individuality. and that space between will always keep our own sanity. though fictional, that space between is probably like clark kent to superman, bruce wayne to batman and peter parker to spiderman. its what who we really are amidst all the complications surrounding us. its the space we can always come back to when things stop making sense anymore. and its where we jumpstart things again to move on after a failure. does that make sense?
and with that as a guiding principle, i came up with this line. separately, we are so much different yet collectively, we are so much the same. i dont need to explain this further, i guess. there is no exact explanation, i guess. it depends on where you’re coming from. now you could do the math.
bruce was telling me about their pilipino neighbor who went home coz the wife had old timer’s disease. wha?? i was asking him whats that disease is, you know. and he was like, its like you have a problem with your memory. oh dude. alzheimer’s disease. hahahahaha oh dude. was it my hearing coz of too much mp3? or was it how he said it? hahahaha probably i need more sleep. hahahaha or probably he was just trying to be funny and it turned out i didnt get the joke. hahahahaha he who laughs last didnt get the joke at all. hahaha
btw im hiding in my room now. its been two days of drinking and im getting sick of it. hahahahaha im pretending to be sleeping already. hahahahaha zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
time to end the day, dudes.
we have everything in place. we just have to wait to get it all done. in the right time frames.
im out.
10:55 pm.
“Once there was a way
To get back homeward
Once there was a way
To get back home”
(ben folds five)
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