Monday, June 06, 2016

The New Thirteenth

Here it goes once again
The dreadful end
Of summer's best
Lost are the days,
Sleeping in the late,
And taking long breaks
For on the thirteenth
The bell will ring once more
Declaring that summer, our friend
Is dead and nothing more

     Photo from Pinterest

I will miss the sun shining early
Without fear or a worry
I'll miss the days in front of my keyboard
Typing away with Kazinra
Or in Duolingo
Studying French, and ignoring
If my French is astray
I shall miss resting in the morning
And waking in the noon
Because on the thirteenth of sixteen
It will all be the past 
And nothing more than lost time
And one of my pathetic memories

     Photo from Pinterest

What pressures me most 
Is the thought of that scary dream
Of being that writer I do wish to be
The school paper is back
And is being dreaded by me

There is also that annoying first day 
And I'll have to introduce myself
To people I've known 
Since old preschool days
And yet those teachers please themselves
By giving us a nervous shake
And letting us do it anyway

New sets of classmates 
And new kinds of friends
That conflict appears once more
And I have to talk to them
Because if not
I will be nothing but a stray

There is also that bus driver of mine
Chit chat here blabber there
Talking to me at first
And not caring in the end
I don't want to be different 
Yet he's good with making me feel that
I feel like he treats me now
As nothing more than an isolated rat
And can he not understand
That he does not have to ignore 
Even if I was silent as a windy door

     Photo from Pinterest

But the scariest of all 
Is the thought of college
One of the biggest leaps
A big step on achieving dreams
And a life changing decision
Since it's glimpses are to show
I'll have to raise that hand
And kill that shy girl
Or I'll be nothing but dust
And it's as impossible as 
Making barbells be light
Like air or snow
It's a big thing in life
And it scares me
More than The Game of Thrones

    Photo from Pinterest

     Photo from Pinterest

But I have to keep on 
And not care about all these sorrows
I will get down
And want to be broken like now
But I'll always have those friends 
And family
Who'll give smiles till the end
And who has to worry 
When God is always there
Listening, caring, understanding
Making it all smooth
And letting all those good stuff come true 
Because he is God!
And he can walk on water
And give light to the world
He is kind
And I know in my nerves
That he can make everything nice
In his perfect time

    Photo from Pinterest

Sunday, June 05, 2016

Paradise of Yesterday

One day on a regular February Night
Three days before fourteenth 
And Heart's Day will arise
I clean my teeth 
Then turn off the lights
I get the treat
And sleep real tight

     Photo from We Heart It


Closing my eyes,
I'm in a new world
It's a dream I must say
Of the before
And the gift
Of today

I have collapsed on the ground
As a friend picks me up 
And I finally see it
There it is; yesterday,
All in front of me
She pulls me close to it 
And says it's the same
Then my mind will say
"Yesterday cannot be compared
With what I am today"
It looks hesitant
But I stay, 
Knowing it all in my mind
Even if not a mouth will say

Not much eyes are laid,
So I go on
And think that nothing has changed
Yet it seems I am wrong
For yesterday still hasn't 
Done what I desire
Now I want for it
To leave me broken and unaligned

      Photo from We Heart It

Time grew a bit older
As it haunts me still
On the net I see
Colliding with today
I remember before,
It asked me outragous things
In paradise, of all
And I just ask why oh why
It then gets mad
Because I was grouchy, but is that all?
But I know in my nerves
That this is not lame
It is unusual and abnormal
And I am cursed
In a river of the past 
For my whole lifetime

Until now
It touches my life
Through writing
Through looking 
Through breathing
Through living 

I try to give up
But I have fallen in a river
I want to be broken
Just to let go

I am usually strong 
And rarely faltered
I'm not a fool
Nor am I pathetic
This means yesterday is different 
Because I fall for a reason;
I wouldn't drown in the river
If it weren't for you 
And the little lies I belived in 
At my fictional dream world

The bell is about to ring once more
The dreams I'll have
Won't be about you anymore
I feel like a balloon 
That was filled with air
But it wasn't tied
It was only blown
You do not know me
And nor do I 
You will only be
The Yesterday 
Full of lies and cries

But one thing is for sure
You are impossible
And untrue
I want to give up 
Because the past 
Is just made up of freakin' you

     Photo from We Heart It

Friday, June 03, 2016

Dreams

     Before I was eleven, I never had dreams as much as I do right now. Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Battle of The Labyrinth was just a normal book to me, but ever since I read it, my imagination was truly unlocked and I dreamt almost everyday until now. And the story actually bears no such resemblance to what I dream of.

     I love it whenever I dream. It's kind of like reading books, but you have more surprise, and no clue of what is happening. You don't know the conflict, since you can't read the back cover of a dream, and you don't know who the characters are yet, cause there aren't pictures of them in each chapter you go through. It's like real life, but you get to experience the impossible. Another thing that fascinates me is how you simply know what is happening in dreams and know who the people are, even if it wasn't stated. You just know. And I find that incredibly wonderful.


     Photo from We Heart It


     According to Google, people actually dream a lot every night, but they tend to forget. In my case, I started dreaming a lot just by reading a book. Whenever I stop dreaming, it would only be for a short period of time, like day or two. So during the past few months (February, I think), I made a dream diary. And after a week or a month, the consistency of me writing entries in it stopped. I got lazy and busy. But the good thing was that I really know how to remember my dreams now, because I had some practice. Even so, if you want to dream often, you should really keep a dream diary even if you've already got some practice.

     I've dreamt of doing a cartwheel, swimming under the deepest depths of the ocean, and having a chicken contest with my friends. They're sometimes weird, but you do have to say that they are very fun. I don't usually dream of nightmares, but I'm quite afraid with a dream I always got, ever since I was four. I'm in a dark place, and I'm tiny and standing on a humongous wobbly chair. And then when the chair falls down, it's as if I really fall down too and then I open my eyes, still facing my beloved sleeping puppy next to me. A bit scary, but it amuses me too.

     Photo from Google Images


     With this, I have a new story idea. It is quite exciting, since dreaming while I'm asleep and daydreaming are some of the things that I absoloutely love. 

     The story will be mainly about a twelve year old girl who dreams a lot. She remembers all her ten dreams every night. But her dreams aren't normal. Fun and amusing, yes, but peculiarly unusual. Because she can dream of the past, present, and future comnined in one.

     Photo from We Heart It


     Then there are the three main dreamers, or, dream protectors. They live secretly and are known by no one. The first one is a lady who I guess, is named past. She mostly wears blue outfits and is very beautiful, but expect her to be very forgetful. The present is sandman (I'm doing my best to not make this sandman be like the one in Rise of the Guardians), who is currently like the one in Rise of the Guardians in my imaginations, but I'll be doing some revision once I get started. And the last dream protector is called the Future. He is the most mysterious one of all, and is rarely seen by Present and Sandman. He goes in black cloacks, but he isn't necessarily a bad guy. He is unpredictable. Sometimes he is happy and cheerful, and sometimes not. 

     Photo from We Heart It

     The sandman has a son, who is kind of like Peter Pan. He is sent by the main dreamers to go to the girl. His mission is to observe her for some reason which I'll create when I get started, but when the boy messes up and is seen by the girl, things change and the main dreamers loose communication. The boy then discovers something new; the twelve year old girl could possibly be included in the next generation of dream protectors.

     It all isn't final yet, but I'm quite excited. I'm also currently in mourning state in Kazinra's world. Honestly I want to stop the writing the story because I feel so sad and irritated with Callaron, and myself. Actually, I'm really confused and I'm probably just going to go with the flow. Ugh. 

     Photo from We Heart It

Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Haters Gonna Hate

     "UGH I JUST WATCHED SOME TV AND I SOOO WANT DEMI LEVATO TO DIE!!! SHE THINKS SHE'S THIS TALENTED SINGER AND ALL, BUT NO! SHE LOOKS LIKE A COW!"

     I really really hate bashers. In the Philippines, there is quite a high number of fangirls who bash other celebrities or famous people, and say such immature stuff like that. And I don't get the point of all this. It's sickly annoying and I cannot believe that people at this generation act like that. And, they bash for no particular reason whatsoever! How dumb can you get?

     Let's say that I liked the color pink (Which is true :D). Someone comes in the picture and says that he likes yellow and he wishes that pink never existed, for it to die. It's kind of like that when it comes to famous people. And what is the point of saying that? You just want to dishearten them, to get them down? It's ridiculous. Sure, you may not like some celebrity, but it doesn't mean that you've got to act like that! And then suddenly some basher will hate other people who are fans or supporters of that particular fandom. It's foul and wicked.

     As for me, I've got a few famous people on my list who I really don't like very much, and I am a fan of the people who are usually compared to them. But I do not send death threats, alright? I just let them be, because it's so dumb to have a hobby of this bashing.

     
              Photo from We Heart It

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LET ME TELL YOU WHY.

It's a waste of time! Think of all the videos of Taylor S. you could have watched if you stopped trying to hack Selena Gomez's Instagram account. 

It is so stupid. I mean, honestly, have you even taken a look at a mirror, dear basher? You dare take on a grammy award winner, who is dressed in a glittery gown of silk, while you type on the keyboard in you own little house, having tattered clothes and second hand shoes. You are taking on someone who doesn't care about what you say, and someone who is soooo above your level! No one cares if all you haters make some alliance, you are only showing a reflection of yourselves.

It is nefarious! At some point, these celebs will still feel sad deep inside because of all that negativity. They just look strong and untouched, and they say they ignore it. You are only making other people waste a precious smile.

You aren't helping anyone. You aren't helping your favorite, Kendall Jenner, if you want to end Gigi Hadid. You aren't helping yourself either by being filled by pessimistic thoughts. You are only breaking other people's happiness and again, wasting your time. You are only tiring yourself. 
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      I have never experienced anything at all with haters, but with my shyness, yeah, I kind of know how that feels. With criticism and annoying opinions at school, oh please, haters are my thing. There are a lot of haters in this world, wether of famous people's or not. But why can't we all be positive and chill? Ugh. I don't know. 

     Don't ever get down when you encounter yourself with those hate maggots, since you aren't alone, and they just want to get into you, if it isn't all constructive. Keep your head above water, and do not let the the ocean sink the ship! :) 



         Photo from We Heart It


       
            Photo from We Heart It
  
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Get Inspired. . . .

⚡ When people hate you, it's because you've got something they want.
⚡ You hate me? Well okay, grab a chair and wait for me to care.
⚡ I never gave you a reason to hate me. You're just creating your own little drama of pure insecurity.
⚡ Dear haters, don't criticize me for my flaws and mistakes when you can't even see your own.
⚡ There will be haters, there will be doubters, there will be non-believers, and then there will always be you to prove them wrong.
⚡ They don't like you, but they will be checking your page religously.
⚡ Don't worry about the ones who are talking behind your back, they're behind you for a reason.
⚡ I don't have time to hate people who hate me, cause I'm too busy loving people who love me.
⚡ Kill them with success and bury them with a smile.
⚡ When people you don't even know hate you, that's when you know you're the best.


     
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