Thoughts of a Violinist Giraffe

I've a mind to tell you off - I've got no time to listen to                  you spew abuses and curses on everything and everyone who                                   sicken you to your core.                                       Not that you know you aren't any better. In fact, your inability to see       your decay and disease makes you that much worse. But then again, who are we to judge?                                             Just because you're acting like a fool who has taken one too many bottles of wine,                    doesn't mean...

... I'm also fed up with the common cold." I find it something of a miracle that I'm in Cagayan de Oro after my more than memorable stay in Manila. Every step towards the airport there and every step I've lately been taking around the city has given me more surreal moments than otherwise. In non-poetic terms, I'm getting back into the "student mode" more slowly than others. Or maybe that's how I perceive it to be? In either case, I always feel this sort of surrealism whenever a vacation is done. It's not so much depression, as it is just feeling as though nothing is actually real - what I do, whether I'm walking to school or studying, feels as though someone else is doing it. I'm just watching from the sidelines. I'm slowly getting back into the "zone". Slowly . I'll get back on my feet soon enough so as not to get my life screwed over by my lackadaisical methods. A little ditty for your minds to chew on: The ...

I don't pretend to know. I resent that in fact. Nothing can be further than the truth. I know nothing. Or at least I think so. My mind is running all over the place and I just can't keep up. I don't pretend to know. This writer's block is hurting me in ways that I can't rightly describe at this point in time. I sound ridiculous. I may  be ridiculous. I don't yet know. So... What do you want to know? ~~~~~~~~~~ 01-03-2011 Evidently I have writer's block. Not much else to say. Cheers!

It's the beginning of another year and as it goes, most of us contemplate and reminisce over the past year's events. Most of us. That's beside the point, in any case. Memories run by us like floats that, well, float during a parade. Shown in a particular light that fits our fancy, the memories go on by. More often than not, there aren't enough good ones to fill all twelve months, so we decide to load the last two weeks of December with enough to compensate for the rest. So far, this method has never been known to fail. Or at least, I have occasion to think so. As I look back on my year, I've seen how I've grown in maturity in some aspects of my character and how I've stayed pretty much the same in others. Such as the fact that my tendency to primarily make female acquaintances rather than male ones but no longer feeling as though I need to pursue anything close to romantic feeling for any of them. Sounds harsh, but emotional distancing works in my ...