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Monday, April 6, 2009

LiFe is a sEriEs of uNPubLiShEd pOsTs

Isn't it?

Not everyone gets to know what actually happens to everyone everywhere anytime of the day. And that, for me, is one sad thought.

It makes me feel I am voiceless - my song and my cries - unheard.

I feel like an insignificant pebble being stepped on - ignored, spat on. A question runs in my mind, "Who would care for a pebble anyway?"

Life outside the blogosphere is totally different. Most of the times, you just can't undo what was done nor even predict what should and must be done. The blogosphere is a place where you can make mistakes but gives you the room to correct them. This place makes me human - humane.

There's a big difference with the real world. The real word?! Nah. It does nothing. It's just good about one thing - KILLING you. People are so fond of criticizing people - who's better than who. There are lots of people out there - silent yet stereotypically "air-headed." I know a lot. They even consider me one.

I have been through a lot and that I have seen things that aren't supposed to be seen by anyone else. I have even heard stories - of hate, of evil thoughts that could ruin lives - and yet I chose to be blind, I chose to be silent. I consider these things as a few of the many "unpublished" posts the world should know and hear.

Confidentiality. What a stupid thing to say. Something THEY just love to emphasize and yet THEY fail on it. TRUST?! If it were a person, it could have long been dead - dead since time immemorial. Everyone else does it. Who doesn't? You are one hypocrite if you would disagree with me. LIAR!

Who would even care even with a slightest feeling of all the things that I have been posting in here? I wouldn't even know. Who would care? Not even mom I guess. My rantings have been prevalent since I have returned. I have been too blinded by my bitterness and hatred - hatred for those people who I thought were my friends but eventually the same OLD DEMONS walking in the demented face of the Earth.

Now you know why our lives are a series of unpublished posts?

No?

Neither do I.

11 comments:

Lyka Bergen said...

We can learn environmental causes and origin from a single pebble. Scientists are doing it so. It is a way for us to learn. To improve our present condition and to prevent environmental ruins in the future.

Every pebble is significant. Learn to love your own pebble. Learn its meaning. Its the first move for us to see beautiful things on other pebbles. If you hate yours, you will hate the whole pebbles put together.

Yes, Friends: you dont have to love them that much so you wont have any reason to hate them. Just love yourself. That's it.

flinch said...

remember when i said "you are a sage"? well, mico dear, you are indeed a sage!

would love to have coffee with you one day.

Luis Batchoy said...

and music ain't music till all the notes are in their proper place, so this thus is the significance of the single pebble, in words and metaphors closer to your heart. Music of course!

Now show me some lovin and vote for me as RBP's Blog of the week for week 7. Kampanya na toh!
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Jake said...

Dude!

Chill out.

Have coffee with Flinch.

Dumaguete, I was told, is fast becoming the "Baywalk" of Central Philippines.

I sure would love to have coffee with you too someday. :)

violet said...

respeto ang isang bagay na pinaniniwalaan kong magpapalaya sa isang kaluluwa mula sa kabobohan -- kabobohan tulad ng kasalbahihan, kasinungalingan, at ang mga katulad nito...

at para "ma-frustrate" ka dahil sa masamang pakitungo ng karamihang mapagpanggap na nakapalibot sa'yo, naniniwala akong isa kang sensitive at sensible na indibidwal...

^_^ sulat lang... masarap karamay ang panulat. parang mga matang lumuluha ang isang plumang naglalabas ng tinta.

isa ako sa mga masigasig na magbabasa

violet said...

i really pray na mauntog 'yung mga nang-mamata sa'yo para matutunan nilang magbigay ng respeto... a passionate individual like you deserves respect... and you have mine ^_^

Mico Lauron said...

@ Lyka Bergen: "Every pebble is significant. Learn to love your own pebble. Learn its meaning. Its the first move for us to see beautiful things on other pebbles. If you hate yours, you will hate the whole pebbles put together."

True. Pero it is still inevitable na me mga klase ng taong nang-aagaw ng kinang o di naman kaya'y pinapatay ang kinang ng ibang tao para hindi ito maagawan ng pansin. I dont hate my pebble. It's just that I am beginning to because of what I see. Mahirap kase pag-artist ka - inggit, chismis, sikat... Kainis!

Mico Lauron said...

@flinch:

sage
as defined by http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sage

An antiquated word meaning a man of deep mind or wisdom, carrying the capacity to give advisement within more typically the management of life or spiritual and self-realizing matters.

Tao Te Ching translated by Charles Muller
"3.4 Therefore, when the sage governs, He clears peoples' minds, Fills their bellies, Weakens their ambition and Strengthens their bones."

I am still in the process of believing that I am one. I dunno. I am beginning to doubt - even my talent, even my writings. HELP!

Mico Lauron said...

@Luis Batchoy:

"...and music ain't music till all the notes are in their proper place, so this thus is the significance of the single pebble, in words and metaphors closer to your heart. Music of course!"

I agree. But i want you to understand that these people who ruin this thing close to my heart are those people around me everyday teaching me my craft - the bitter reality of everything. This sucks!

Mico Lauron said...

@Jake: I never realized that Dumaguete's turning to be the Baywalk of the Central Visayas. All I know is that there are certain parts of the city that looks like Vigan - so as my sister said. I dont know really.

"...I sure would love to have coffee with you too someday. " I will look forward to that.

Mico Lauron said...

@violet: matagal-tagal na din akong hindi nakakakita ng taong kagaya mo sa blogosperyo. Nawala na 'ata lahat sila. Salamat kase anjan ka. Hindi tayo ganoon kakilala pero kahit ganun kahit sa konting damay, eh natutulungan mo ang kaluluwa kong lumigaya uli.

"...naniniwala akong isa kang sensitive at sensible na indibidwal..." "...sulat lang... masarap karamay ang panulat. parang mga matang lumuluha ang isang plumang naglalabas ng tinta... " Kaya nga't tanging blog lamang ang nakakaka-alam kung ano ang tunay kong damdamin.

"...a passionate individual like you deserves respect... and you have mine." Thank you so much! I owe you one!