I was never good with words just like I was never good at handling emotions (and I don’t think I’ll ever be). I can’t even tell the difference between anger, sadness, and grief; between infatuation and love; between need and want. I could only tell you what is and what isn’t.
And this here, isn’t something that I could just shake off with a couple cups of coffee, a few strokes of wasted lead, and some clicks of a restless shutter. This isn’t some illusion that I came up with to justify the lack of life that I’m living.
This is a rare state of clarity in the exact point in my life where you happen to be an apparition of truth. This is a fleeting moment that I try so hard to hold on to as my consciousness escapes me.
So, when all of these layers start to peel off, this is also the only pretense that will cloth these fragmented bones and scared thoughts of how I was, again, a heartbeat too late.
A compelling argument is not the one that makes you feel like an idiot. A compelling argument should make you think “what if” and make you believe what the other is trying to point out. And believing needs a heart thus you need to win a heart. You think being such an ass will make you win an argument?
Yes, you might have the best god damn point. And yes you might be the only person who’s right. But that doesn’t give you any right to be subjective. Objectivity is always sexy. Win the person over with the argument. Don’t win the argument over by dehumanizing the person.
I lost my glasses at Session Road yesterday. I’m not that blind without them, I just have this killer migraine and burning eyes. I’m now torn between buying books or having a replacement for my glasses.
Why have books if you can’t read them? I say why have glasses if you have nothing to read?!
“What I saw wasn’t a ghost. It was simply — myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?”—The Mirror (Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman) — Haruki Murakami (via biagniullaleng)
and we had a family lunch at our aunt’s fishing pond behind their house. I always liked it there. It’s super peaceful quiet and we never fail to have butt loads of fun! (Not to mention the mouthwatering food that will make you eat like a pig! Nomnomnom!)
Joshua and my little brother, Ron, trying to catch us some fishes for lunch.
And then all the kids joined. I was really hyped about fishing but I’m the eldest amongst us so I just took photos of the youngsters with their awesome fishing skills. After quite some time they all had their own catch.
After the nomnomnom lunch, the usual adult chitchats and catching up. My dad was in deep thought. This is his default facial expression if he’s not fooling around.
Here are more random memories that day:
And that, my friends, is the highlight of my ‘winter’ break. LOL!