Perplexed

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"In life, there are two choices -- to move forward or stagnate. Let go of the things that can no longer be fixed. If you force to try to put them back, things will only get worse. Holding on is being brave, but sometimes moving on makes you even tougher."

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In The Dead of Night

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If you were asked what your favorite time of the day is, what would you answer?

MIDNIGHT.

Darkness caresses me these past few weeks along with the still silence during such hours . Her presence confronts and comforts me from my chaotic mind. She lets me be me. She isn't disturbed by my weird silence nor my glottal cries. She met my blank stares. I weep, whimper, sob. She listened. She is there and always comes back. Why is it just that she needs to be gone too soon?

Why can't they...she....cannot give me the time of day?

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Wemmicks -- The Small Wooden People

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If dots are overwhelming, so as the stars.

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village.

And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another. The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too.. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.

Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots.

After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afriad he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason. "He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person." After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good wemmick," he would say.

The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them. One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lulia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lulia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either.

'That's the way I want to be’, thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it. "It's easy," Lulia replied. Read more.

(Disclaimer: Short story and picture not mine. Each belongs to its respective owner.)

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Barangay Election

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On the spot. Sa mismong araw ng botohan ako nag-isip ng mga iboboto ko nitong Lunes para sa posisyon ng kapitan at mga kagawad. Sa tulong ni ate, nakumpleto din ang listahan. Hindi na sana ako boboto (tsk. tsk. not good). May mangyayari kayang kaaya-aya sa barangay o sa looban man lang namin? Hmmmmm. Malaman.




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STOIC

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Someone is seemingly indifferent to or unaffected by joy, grief, pleasure, or pain.

Are you stoic? Am I stoic? I guess. Haha! Talk about pessimism, melancholy and drama. Give vent to one's emotions. Or else...




...or else one will turn stoic. If not, eruptive and destructive.

A stoic person may not have any idea how to unburden himself of a strong pent-up emotion. Hence, the attitude. Maybe that person just wanted someone who attentively listens and genuinely cares and wisely counsels without judgment, accusations, indifference, disregard or belittlement. That person is perhaps so fearful of what and how to unburden worrying about things that aren't yet happening, that is, rejection, blame, mockery. He just wants to be understood and being misunderstood can be his worst fear. Expressing himself, including both positive and negative things, is a struggle. This person must have gathered all his strength and faced his fears in the past to somehow reach out but just had received a cold, offensive, hurtful response. Consequently, he unknowingly cowered himself in a shell of his own. And now that shell is so hard to break, to enter, to reach, to penetrate. He needs his façade.

He intended to help but ends up hurting the people he loves. He intended to change but ends up disliking himself more. He intended to love but ends up being apathetically stoic.

Stoic. Indifferent. Unaffected.

Is he a coward? Nope. Confused.
Is he unloved? Nope. Misunderstood.
Does he still have hope? Of course. If he chooses to.

His hurt maybe so small compared to yours. But it is not the size that matters. He is extremely hurt as he feels it. Your careless expressions, even your happiness, is rubbing salt into an open wound.

Erupting Volcano

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I am apathetically...
... angry.
... jealous.
... envious.
... pitiful.
... hurt.
... mocked.
... resentful.
... grudging.
... hateful.


uninterested, passive, indifferent, sluggish, unmoved, stoic, stoical, unconcerned, listless, cold, impassive, unresponsive, phlegmatic, unfeeling, unemotional, torpid, emotionless, insensible

Loving Rain Pouring Down

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Rain, rain, don't go away!

Please come again another day.

Cluelessly exiting the mall where I had my dinner break, I was welcomed by the whooshing wind and clattering rain. Clad in shorts, a thin blouse and a too old jacket (I almost forgot, a pair of sneakers too!), I stood there for a few minutes thinking whether to battle the weather or not. It was raining cats and dogs. Having only a spare of seven minutes that time, I ran.

My newly-bought cute umbrella should have been once more put to good use if I brought it with me when I left the office. But there was it - neatly folded and so dry.

Which was fun! Yes, fun! Fun? Fun! Because I am a rain person. Running under the rain felt so ME. I was happy. I was smiling despite getting wet and knowing that I still have four hours of work to do. Rain always makes me feel a lot better.

Do you know those movie scenes? Just look at this one:



(FYI: The movie clip is from the film "The Classic". I recommend this. I find the twist at the end unique and captivating.)


I felt like this. Just minus the guy. Carefree. Simply happy.





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This Lullaby

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But for now, I just sat there on the bed and listened to my song. The one that had been written for me by a man who knew me not at all, now sung by the one who knew me best. - Remy Starr

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10.10.10

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Spot me. Nah.

This is in my life list #13.

Sad that I wasn't able to join 10.10.10 Run For Pasig River. Seems fun, challenging and truly a worthwhile event! Kudos to all who made this possible.



Hoolahoopers in a fun run?! That's a hell of a lot of fun but this actually happened in the other side of the globe. I didn't know that there is a so-called World Hoop Day. I only heard it from Karen of Chookooloonks.

Oh, I miss running and hoolahooping! ^^,

(So up next is 11.11.11 and then 12.12.12. Sad to say, there would be no more 13.13.13 or 14.14.14 and the next and next after that. Tee hee!)

Simile Without The First "i"

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Kate, SMILE.
Unless you want to be as dry as this leaf.

So Small

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I need help to open up, to go ahead and let the light shine through

Oh it's hard on a rainy day
I wanna shut the world out
And just be left alone
It's so easy to get lost inside
A problem that seems so big at the time
It's like a river that's so wide
It swallows me whole

- adapted from Carrie Underwood's song "So Small"

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