Fare you well

Rain pounds outside and engulfs my ears overwhelmingly. I yawn and savor the expectation of another cold night of blankets and pillows. The cool wind kisses my face and I know that another day has ended. Oh well, life goes on. Days flash before my eyes blurrily and unkept like a raging tempest passed by a filthy room.

It's the end. End of looking at the keyboard as if words would suddenly, magically, appear on the screen. End of stretching my fingers after a streak of creativity. The last turn for me, my blog will be left collecting dust until I deem fit to resurrect it from it's shelf. And so you will find unupdated posts and the aura of a lonely alley in a dreary, sleepy town. Don't shed a tear, the rain can do it for you.

I'm zapped from finding the will to write now (well, write in my blog specifically). It's not writer's block, it's just a bout of the colds. You don't burn a whole house down because you don't like your room, right? Nye, life goes on.

When our adviser told us what our responsibilites as a student was, I had a hard time finding the word "punctuality". I just couldn't point my finger on it and I just can't point a fingerprint on my sudden loss for words. Maybe I'll find the answer, and maybe, that answer will be like a Spongebob in a sea of Squidwards. But unlike Sponge, I'm not ready.

To part, I would like to leave you, my dear audience, this dialogue between Lisa, Bart and Homer Simpson.

Bart: Nothing you say can upset us. We're the MTV generation.
Lisa:We feel neither highs or lows.
Homer: Really? What's it like?
Lisa:[shrugs] Meh.

And I too respond on my lack of zest, Meh. To my fellow readers, it's been nice knowing ya. Who knows where the road may lead. May the light guide our way. Tata!

Rupturing Universe

I don't tick away the days till school starts and I can't find the time to arrange my books and notebooks that are just piled in a heap. All around me, I see news of a new schoolyear, a new start, and kids in uniforms going to school. All I can heave is a sigh, all I can do is watch as I try to make my askewed glasses not fall off. The world seems to go in a whirl nowadays. When yesterday my favorite pastime was turning on the airconditioner, now, I'm curled against a wall and cling to my blanket like it's some lifesaver.

Change really does come unexpectedly and surprisingly. The past summer has taught me so many things about myself and my life. Likes I liked are thrown in the garbage, and things that I would have shunned have become something of a love. As a new schoolyear approaches, something in me says that the universe I have known is constantly in a rupture.

Take my fond of chatting in mIRC for instance. A few months ago, I wouldn't have resisted the urge to chat the night away with people I knew. But now, it seems as if, chatting is the most trivial thing I can imagine. My glasses have been like my second pair of eyes literally, at times I forget that I even put it on. But summer changed all that. It got unbalanced and now it's the most unnatural thing to use it. The list goes on....my shoe size, my height and weight, my thoughts and views, my dreams and biological clock. The sun of the season has changed me.

A glorious sunset awaited me one brownout afternoon. I stood there entranced by the changing colors of the clouds and the twinkling lights of the city before me. It was pinkish when I sat in the red "director's chair" and it was quietly indigo when the lights came back. I felt as if it was life and it's changing hues and tones. It might be dull or brilliant at times, but it's always glorious. And what sent it's shifting ways? Change itself.

Change will always be a part of our lives. It might come in simple forms or a complex nature, but in the end, it comes. It took me a whole summer to realize it's importance. It took the whole sky to make me see it. I still don't feel the urge to pack my things for school, but hey, I might change later.