The moai #poem
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Just like ferris’ wheel, what goes around comes around.
A book is kind of like a good horcrux… a piece of the writer’s soul, preserved in a physical object.
We’re not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again..
Look on the bright side, then make it brighter
Excerpts from Scribbles: Thinking or feeling?
While i was on my bunk, a thought came that made me formulate a theory. I’ve been asking myself why did god created laws? to be followed? to be obeyed? Having a habit of not accepting the obvious reasons made me think that god made laws (because of the nature of the man, which god already expected) in order for it to be broken. My reason is if humans break rules they could come to the point of realization that they made a mistake, they will repent and will learn a lesson from it to become better.
Rules are made to be broken to make us..
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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?GOOD MOOD
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional
Excerpts from Scribbles: Bunk #10
January 30, 2008 Wednesday 1916H
You don’t have to ask, this day is just the same day of those other days that is already written from the pages of these book. But there are some events in my everyday recurring life that would i call “commercials”. These commercials somehow spices up the dull flavor of my life.
“Your course is based on truth”. This is one of the phrases that will forever linger in my memory. The words came from Engr. Barayuga, our math instructor. Heard it while burning my brain cells to the seatwork she had given.
Excerpts from Scribbles: Art of letting go
Goodbyes
I’m seeing goodbyes. The color of its clouds. it’s remaining sands of time. And the faces of people that god had given. Now it’s time to return them.
The hands that wave like the tides that makes its bow for its last performance. This will not be the end. And there is no end to this. Because friendship is like an ocean. It will never run out. It will never run dry. It will flow forever. Lingering in your heart. Even if the heart stops beating.And will be a constant memory. Because that is friendship.
-wrote this poem at the end of 2nd semester during 1st year college, dedicated to my class 11.
