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Jitter Bug
Sunday, May 10, 2009

It's funny how near and far can mean exactly the same things, when it's a pair of antonyms we first learned about in first grade. What our teachers failed to inform us of is the fact that the nearer a person can be to another, geographically speaking, the farther they seem if there is no chance to interact with said subject. The sad concept of so near yet so far is biting me in the ass and laughing at my face for quite a number of days now. It applies to both geography and chronic placement. School refuses to teach us the things that will matter most, they give us instruments in learning these mundane goo of ideas, or ideals, whichever.

The strangest part of it all is that I'm not bothered. I got used to so near so far that even the very thought of possibilities appeases the little wars inside my head. It makes me think if I really am into it as much as I say I am. Does not caring mean you're less passionate, or does it simply mean you got over the shallow parts and matured, in a sense? Then again, who's to tell?

There's no reason for anyone to exist. Somewhere in the stars, there are little green creatures who can take over us anytime. But then we remain flesh and blood because we refuse to give up our backyards and little articles and trifles. We, therefore, have more time to figure out the necessary, and the unnecessary.

It has come to my attention that I have no skill whatsoever in linking my paragraphs, so pardon me for talking about the infamous day of mothers. Today, my siblings and I gave our Mom four things. First, a ceramic display that says: We Believe In Miracles! Second, a wooden cross with her favorite prayer written all over it: The Prayer of Jabez. Third, the gift bag for the first. Fourth, the gift bag for the second. (Haha.) We gave our grandmother a square ceramic with a quote engraved on it, and a box of God's promises. Tonight, she told me she already had the box of God's promises, her nephew gave it to her. Oh, crap. But it's the thought that counts, always.

Eating lunch was quite an experience, as it usually is with my family. There's the eleven-year-old pouting and hating the world. There's the eight-year-old hogging all the food. There's the fourteen-year-old surveying the situation and secretly coming up with nasty (albeit smart) comments. There's my father joking with the staff. There's my Mom thinking of what to order. And then there's me, anticipating the trip to the restrooms immediately after the meal. My bowel movement, I must say, is in good shape. We went to Serendra afterward, we're a family completely absorbed by books. I bought two new books today: Lolita and Shakespeare's Scribe. The first one's about a pedophile, which Vinci suggested I get without telling me about the disturbing pedophile part, only telling me it was one of the best novels of the century. Which, naturally, will make me want to buy it. The latter is a sequel for a novel Ms. Arcilla, now Mrs. Mendoza, lent me back in Grade 7, Shakespeare Stealer.

I've talked too much, it's time to say Sayonara. I'm excited for Enchanted Kingdom, tomorrow, friends! :-* I've been bitten by the jitter bug.

He eats too much. :-h Migo
Don't mind my cheeks & round head, `kay.
I look sabog, with Mom & Arianne
Migo&his face. Dad & Trish.
Aw. Happy mother's day! (Spot Arianne. She wasn't making a face, she was mad :P)

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Bianca Ruiz;
17;
Assumption Antipolo;
Ateneo de Manila University;
Management Engineering;
Occupation: Professional sleeper; Addiction: The faded era of the orange ball & persuation & color pigments;
True Addiction: Me&You.

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