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Written by 0verseer
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Wednesday, 10 June 2009 12:06 |
However far from the past we are, we can never escape it. Every day that passes adds to our lives, it adds to what we will become tomorrow. I don't know why I am saying this, I just know that I want to have a post here in my blog. Its been months since I last posted. My site dropped from PR 1 to PR 0.
I have worked hard to have a PR 1 before Christmas last year. Now, I am wondering, I had a PR of 1, it means my site was important based on its contents. The contents did not change, the only thing was I did not post anything for a long time, does that change the importance of the contents of my site? I know Google loves fresh contents but I just wish that they will not go dropping ranks if a site has been dormant for sometime because of busy schedules. This demand can cause the drop of quality posts. I have seen many bloggers posting, publishing articles everyday just for the sake of it-- compromising quality in the process. I have also seen a lot of sites which are lame, fresh indeed but mediocre.
We'll I guess I have to force myself back to blogging again. I love to write, but sometimes, the passion burns low, these are the moments when important things arise-- a conflict in priority. One thing is for sure though, the passion will never die. |
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Written by 0verseer
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Friday, 02 January 2009 18:58 |
High School days were very confusing yet full of life discovering moments. There was a time in my third year high school when I and my friends will go to the city proper and try to steal things from stores and even from street vendors. We never had mercy, everything was a target. Although we never really stole something big time, the cheap keychains, comic books, song magazines and pens were our adrenaline source. The rush in stealing these petty things were fuel to our excitement and ego during the after-event recaps.
I am not 100% sure if every person experiences this stage, nor if ever stealing (not as a job of course) crosses everyone's mind. I have heard of some people who did the same, the reason many people attribute these to is kids' adventurism. I not really sure if its true but it is an adventure indeed.
Now comes the confession, do I regret these things that I have done? Of course I do. I think it is just plain sinful. I feel guilty taking other peoples things. That is so evil of me. Nobody wants his things stolen, not even me. I just hope those people understand that in being a teenager, there is the quest for the "place where you belong".Stealing with my friends somehow bonded us and made us part of a group. Although there are many ways of belonging (not evil ones), I am sorry that for us, it was stealing.
There was a time when my friend tried to perform the biggest loot, he was caught. Young as we are, we cannot be imprisoned. We succumb to the usual reprimand and threats. We stole cheap things, but no matter how small, it is still stealing. We learned from this and this event ended our stealing spree. We knew it was wrong, we never cared. We suffered the consequence, we felt human. We felt vulnerable- the opposite feeling when we get away with stealing. We learned the hard way, but the good thing is we learned.
I am not advocating children to steal to learn. I am telling them to learn the right way and for adults if ever they find children in the wrong direction, to lead the way because youth is a disability to foresee; however, it is the power to change and be whoever you want.
Did you experience this? I'm curious to know. Please respond here if you do. |
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Last Updated on Friday, 02 January 2009 19:00 |
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Written by 0verseer
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Thursday, 01 January 2009 06:45 |
The smile on his face is never bigger. Friday has filled him of excitement that even his huge heart cannot contain.
Early in the morning he proceeded with collecting bottles and glasses and breaking them again. He hums a tune from different songs that even he cannot keep track of. He has collected more than what he can carry for the morning and so he tries to break the bigger pieces of glass into smaller ones to save some space. This is what kept him busy until one person from the crowd shouted "Its time to eat lunch!."
All the people as usual proceeded to the junk shop to sell what they have collected for the morning. All hurried to get in front to sell their merchandise and have money for food, but not him. He sat aside and patiently waited until the crowd dissolves. Finally it is his turn, he turned over his sack of broken glass and received his 10 peso coin.
Normally, he would proceed to Manang Cholengs place to eat lunch. Today is different, it is special. He saved his 10 peso coin. He put it in the back pocket of his pants, an indication that the money is for something important. The excitement he had since the time he woke up never faded. The excitement helped him endure the hunger and ignore the ruckus in his stomach.
To pass time, he went to the seaside, he lied down on one of the rocks. As he looked up, he saw an airplane. He started to question, "Why do people leave? Is it happier on the other side?". For a person who lived all his life in the dump site, he never really saw much of the world. To him, the world he knows is big enough, limited by the energy he can obtain through the food he can buy. The feelings he experiences are select, being alone as he is.
Daydreaming made the time fly. It is getting dark. He knows that he must go to the park immediately, the time he is waiting for has arrived. He ran to the park.
to be continued... |
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Last Updated on Thursday, 01 January 2009 06:46 |
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Written by 0verseer
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Thursday, 01 January 2009 06:13 |
The sky's never bluer
The sun shines better
The night's warm and tender
The moon smiles, I don't wonder...
You're here
Every sound's a melody
Like an unending symphony
Everywhere is a masterpiece
The colors form a sequence, I did notice...
You're here
My heart beats faster
My face feels warmer
Life now has meaning
A miracle seeming, I know one thing...
You're here |
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Written by 0verseer
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Sunday, 14 December 2008 13:38 |
He knelt on the bench with his arms on the back rest. His eyes wondered around, mesmerized by the light like it was his first time there. The joy in his face suddenly changed to sadness as he uttered, "I hope its Friday everyday". He stood up and walked away not minding his surroundings. He wandered aimlessly around the park until one by one the lights turned off.
A common boy would be terrified with the pitch black surrounding, but not him. He continued walking until he reached home. At home it was still dark. He reached his hands into one of the holes in the ceiling and brought out a sack. He assumed a fetal position and covered his frail body with the sack.
He closed his eyes. He tried to force himself to sleep. Although tired, he was not still successful. He opened his eyes, closed or open, he sees the same, black. A lot of things ran into his mind, he waits for sleep. A cool breeze visited him. He grabbed the sack beside him, he assumed his position again and finally sandman enters.
He was awaken with the first sound he heard. He slowly opens his eyes. He saw light, he jumped up and shouted "It's Friday!".
to be continued... |
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 31 December 2008 23:44 |
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