Monday, November 5, 2007

Welcome to the Bright Side
pondered last 8:52 PM

I wonder why some people feel negative all the time (hah, as if I wasn't like this before) when it feels so great to have a positive outlook in life. I guess people have their own persectives. But why not look at the bright side of life?

I dunno, maybe I'm still a noob when it comes to being an optimist. But I learned a lot from that short period of time. I wanted to change my emo ways and be more of an optimist like most of the people I know. Maybe by doing that, I can be a better person not only to myself, but also to everybody else. Eh, enough about me. Let's talk general.

The dictionary says that the word "optimist" means "a person who has a positive outlook on life". It depends on how they think about stuff inside their thoughts and how they express it outside. They also know how to enjoy life and how to keep that smile on their faces in tact. And, like the dictionary says, they always try to be positive whatever situation they're facing.

Based on my observation, I think optimists own.(xD) First of all, people who carry the optimism gene don't really have to worry about carrying the world on their shoulders. Heck, they might be able to lift it with their pinky finger. Second, whenever somebody's down, they won't hesitate to help and give him or her a smile. And lastly, they are another one of those factors that make our world a much happier place to live in.



"Welcome to the bright side, my child," some random cloaked guy said to me.

I replied with a frown, "Uhh... WTF?"

"No, no, no. We must not use those kinds of words here. ...Well, you can, but say it with a freakin' smile on your face, damn it."

"WTF?:D There. Happy?"





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Sunday, November 4, 2007

High School Night Drama
pondered last 4:17 PM

Bagong layout, bagong layout. Marunong na ko magflash.:P Salamat nga pala sa mga nasa creds.

HS Night thought.

Premiere post ng bagong LO...



As the moon crept closer and closer to the middle of the sky and as the clouds began to block its beautiful, bright light, the mood of the festivity became a lot more mellow. People began to scatter and look for their special partner as the first love song played. Couples were made and unfolded. The innocent awoke, introduced to the mistress called Love. People who were alone stayed alone until someone would knock into their door and request for a dance. There were some, however, that were left at the side of the dancefloor, destined to dance with their own shadow.

The dancefloor was filled with love, passion, emotion, and bliss. On the other hand, sadness and jealousy filled the chairs and tables around it. There was one certain person who had danced his heart out one time, but had to sit down and be lonely again. It's not because he's to shy too ask the person he wants to dance with, but it's because the person he wants to dance with wasn't within his reach.

Jealousy overshadowed him. Questions like "How'd they get so lucky?" filled his mind. He thought his night was ruined. But thankfully, a friend of his came to his rescue. He was told that he need not worry because by the time that they were done dancing, you'll get your turn.

It started to rain. He looked to the horizon and saw a lamp post and a moth trying to fly to the light. The poor little creature was hit by raindrop after raindrop after raindrop, and yet, he still flew and made it to the lamp. The lonely lad then realized that no matter what obstacles he would have to face, he'd persevere just to be with the one he loves.

When he got home, he was surprised to see that she was calling him. After a rough night, he got to be with the one in his eyes.





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