Thoughts from a citizen of the Earth

I was watching some earth science video tonight and I remembered how fascinating earth is - how it turned itself from a lifeless rock to such hospitable planet catering to all kinds of living and inanimate things we have today. It tossed and turned some molten material creating land and water forms just like that. Phew. Everyday since then earth changes itself more slowly but constantly for I don't know why. Perhaps it has its own agrarian reform laws that kept being amended. They say dinosaurs became extinct because it got so hot in here more than they can imagine, I don't know. Maybe because if they're still living here it won't be possible for mankind to begin? Maybe they're meant to go, because their contract with him already expired. Or man would pay better debts than they can, just like that. I really don't know the rule of the universe. But looking from here, past the great skyscrapers of the earth, learning history older than time, I'm wondering if how long will it be til the next generation. I am wondering how would everthing look like by then. I'm having some weird features in my mind right now. Would they look like that one shown in The Time Machine? Or those little men in The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy?

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Transient paresthesia

From here and now I reckon the truth of the life I deny everyday.

As painful as to be the one who always stand next in line.
To be the one always waiting, for that

which will happen only if and when another thing happens.

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M&M's Them Writing No. 2

College was like a sharp swerve in my life. I didn't see it coming. My mother and I were just falling in line for the interview in an unfamiliar green building, after which, four years of my life was sealed with unexpected, unwanted fate. That's where it all started - this feeling of confinement.

I was Editor-in-Chief of our high school publication, but I didn’t graduate with flying colors. I excel in English, Public Speaking, and Arts, at same time I’m at the bottom of my Math teachers’ list. I am a selective learner. I focus on my strengths to compensate my weaknesses, totally rejecting things where I don’t do well. But college isn’t tough for me because I’m not good in Math or any of my subjects. College was a struggle for me because I just don’t like where I’m heading. It’s like a giant quicksand for me, a downfall that happens slowly and predictably.

Should my parents never think I’d be killed for turning into a leftist and trusted me to be away on my own, I should’ve been graduating from a communication course in that university. Should I didn’t give up my dreams and idealism, I should’ve been happier. And because by that, everything follows, my transcript should’ve been more agreeable. It should’ve been a different story. Because I would be doing something I like, something I love. I’d feel something more like in college than in prison cell.

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M&M's Theme Writing No.1

Something square. Something thin. Something with a bar code but isn't sold. Something that could either save my butt or pain my ass: My School Identification Card.

I've disliked it since the first time I got it from the office, or even before I took possession of it. Only because I feel dreadful about what my face would be on it. And I'm not wrong. It's the last time my ID faced the world. I've tried putting stickers to save it and even consider telling the Office of Student Services that I lost my ID to request for another (of course, with a different picture) while using it flipped back. But it end up like that all the way. Four years have gone, no ID was reported missing, no ID was renewed. What's worse now is anything on it is barely legible, except the picture. Maybe because of poor print quality or the card or the moist from the compressed card holder, I don't know. I hate its selective deterioration.

It was never verified. I don't know how and obviously apathetic to care to know, so the twelve boxes (for 8 semesters and 4 summers) at the back were left unsigned until now.

But, no. I never planned of disposing or losing it for real in any way, for four reasons. First, renewal takes a long time and I can't explain to the guards why I'm not wearing any ID everytime. Flipped back ID is way more acceptable than no ID at all. Second, sometimes it's the only way the guard would let me in the gates and visit Mushy. Third, our Clinical Instructors check it every now and then. Fourth, it's a requirement for graduation.

Despite my apathy, I'd keep it after graduation for the sentimental idea of discovering myself capable of such apathy. Nevertheless, it's still a keepsake.

And oh, I don't have to wear it anymore.

(Yay! Haha.)

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Superman is dead

I have had perfect moments for the last two years of my life. But something is always missing at some point or another. Because maybe I've left something hanging in the past. The the thought of the usual what if's and ambiguity. But now it's gone. And I've never been this sure about it.

Yes. Superman is dead.

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