The Original Hardwoker

"In his Autisticated Journey"
 A Eulogy for Jovince Ortega

by: DJ Martin


They say you could never cherish life not without experiencing its absence first. I believe in this somehow. Now that a life has passed. A life of a good man. They say he never be killed since he is already a zombie. But for now I would cherish life even more. Zombie or not, he will always be Jovince Ortega.

A zombie, a  humorist, a hustler, a friend. I have known Jovince for quite some time now. Well, 7 years to be exact. The first time we met, I already knew his name yet he didn't have a single clue what was mine. It was a getting-to-know activity in class first day of school- first year high school. One of the many firsts I had with Jovince is the unusual encounter of being a friend.

How did it happen? Well, it was quite simple. I just assumed that a very skinny and awkward boy wearing a striped-polo that seems to be his favorite (since he wore it to impress) is a Jovince Ortega. And amazingly I was correct- the chances of probability in 1 out of 11 boys- I have guessed right the first time.

You see, the thing about Jovince is he doesn't need to show off or even tell his name for you to know he is a Jovince Ortega, he just exists and you just know. On that day I knew deep in me that he's going to be one of the most important persons that I could ever have, and I was right yet again.

So on to how he became my best friend. Frankly, I can't quite remember how it even happened. It was spontaneous to say the least and it was the best. I remember one particular group activity (when we were still first year HS) that he was trying to be funny telling jokes of his own interpretations and nobody got him but me. The things is, he always gives a sense of humor in all aspects that we might partake no matter how serious or dubious the circumstances that might come between us. He is the class clown and his belligerent puns and jokes are bad they become good. Good in such a way that if knocks people off their feet. It's not about the joke per se but how he delivers it. And that I think is one of the most important aspect he has. His humor is innate.

Since then, I thought I could be with him for I knew myself I'm the person he'll always get as well- and yes I was always right- no doubt in that. He became my best friend and he still is since nothing ever came in us that might've torn us apart. Well, except in one case. I remember how we both fell in love with the same girl- oh dear God, it was oblivious. It didn't even occur to me that my best bro would like the same girl I wanted. This doesn't mean anything by the way- I am just trying to emphasize a point. (If you're hearing this right now Jov, I'm sorry. How's heaven by the way?) Anyway, so this happened and I thought even our friendship will be at stake. But God used his power and might to stop once and for all our being 'rivals.' It was a short span of time and it didn't even looked like it happened. You know what bound us together? MUSIC. Ha, yes music. That- we'll always be hooked to.

Jovince influenced me in listening to famous pop punk bands especially one of the greatest- All Time Low. He put a little color to my dull music taste and he influenced me so much also in learning how to play the guitar (and actually being good at it)- and also in forming a band that would later on influence me to other good music stuff. He has a very good taste in music and I'm glad that I got it as well.

It all boils to one thing- Jovince. You know what? He is the best. I could talk endlessly in trying to prove why he is the best but I don't want to oversell him he might come back to life or something.

Kidding aside, of all people who tried to stay in my life- Jovince is one of the most consistent. (Mostly because he is consistent with begging me in making his assignments and essays and other bunch of school stuff.) But you what I really realized? He uses me. Always. Kidding- he needs me.  Always. Like a bastard he is but in a good way. He never failed to amaze me. He has magical hands that could transform a blank paper to a series of skyscrapers in precise and aesthetic measurements of reality in his imagination. He is a useful zombie who already ate multiple brains to put him to where he is right now. He is the most humble person I know and if he were here right now, he would even deny I said such- that's how humble he is. And more importantly he cares for his family more than anyone else and he never fails to amaze them as well.

In all the tines we had, I always knew he was there. In the good times and even in the worst. He would lend me a shelf if my room is so messy because of my stupid frustrations. He would offer me his house whenever mine is occupied with hate and uncertainty. He feeds me with his innovative ideas that I can't even fully grasp. He is someone else- and by that I mean he could reach even further than anyone else even if he's not here anymore.

If you could hear me right now my dear bro. I want to thank you for everything. You never ceased to amaze me; you never ever abandoned me in all circumstances and for that I am forever grateful.

This is for you. And your autisticated journey. I wish you would've realized by now that your absolutely great adventures wouldn't be as autisticated if it weren't for and with me.

I wish to see you again on your favorite striped-polo and awkwardness and I won't even care if you dressed to impress. I would always want to experience it if it means I could see you again. Don't you silly things out there will you?

Catch up soon, brother. Rest now. In the utmost peace you could ever have.

Good bye. For now.



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P.S My friend is still alive and well if you might ask. This is just a mock eulogy for his school requirement.

Peace!

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. See you in the next post! 

LIBRARY THOUGHTS- This Has No Point at All

Mundane Monday.

Quite a tragic title ain't it? So it's 3:17 in the afternoon and I am currently here in the school's library yet again. Its quietness is ironically deafening.

I don't even know why I am writing again at this point of time in this setting where people might actually look. I have kuya Pierre with me to accompany me and feel the library which he rarely even knows [according to him and his experience(s)]. I'm not even sure if he's really paying attention considering he's in his iPod and playing games on his phone.

There's a good deal in waiting for something or someone. May it be a short span of waiting or a very, very long time. I don't know but for me I am deeply surprised that I can even wait for more than three hours. It's a new yet a very beautiful trait for me. Why beautiful you might ask? Because I am always waiting for something as beautiful as the idea of waiting. If it's even a beautiful trait. I don't even know if I made a point on this one.

I'm thinking of sleeping but it's already an overrated thing to do in a library. I mean, where else in the school premises would you adhere in committing to your sleep? That's right, the library. Also, to check grades or rush some assignments due in an hour or so. It can also be a room for conversations and whatnot-- having conversations in the library with someone can be futile when thinking of a topic depending on the person you're having a conversation with. It can be the best afternoon in a school year or maybe it can ruin a good and peaceful day.

Where am I going with this?

I am not even sure if I can publish this post. It's been more than 3 months since my last post and my views aren't even increasing in number. Will this even arrive in a certain point to begin with?

I really can't find the point. If later I'll be surprised that I even included this on my blog after publishing it maybe I'll find it. But really, as of now, this has no point at all.

Let me conclude this mundane Monday with a very tedious poem:


FINDING A POINTLESS METAPHOR

This day is as dull as yesterday or
even the days before;
It connotes a gullible galore
of pointless metaphors
 
What is even the point of this?
In the words of Shakespeare,
To be or not be-
to be alive
or
not to prove a point
to be here
or 
not to care at all
because if we look at it,
there's still no point at all


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Thank you for reading yet again a Library Thought post! (It actually has no point tbh)

And as always, see you in the next post!

 

Take A Sip and Let the Rest Come Easy

Coffee Shops, Series, Writing, and Waiting

By: Wilfredo DJ P. Martin IV

What’s with it and the smell of a coffee shop? Why is the default feeling being associated with something? That first sip for example, will remind you of the first flavor of a first date. That label in the cup is associated with the taste, not with the frustration of your misspelled name. The vibe of the place is a cornerstone of something profound and something substantial- different people, different story- same sentiment, same meeting place.
             

I asked a girl once, wait no; she asked me once if we could have coffee or something. To be honest, I preferred ‘or something’ to begin with. But that is a basic human trait, to associate meet-ups on a coffee shop because such association can be leveled into a common ground. I agreed. I liked this girl and back then I thought meet-ups on coffee shops would lead into something profound and substantial. Well, it did. Thank God it did.
            

I once went on a coffee shop to scan my forsaken lessons of my ill-written notes on my empty notebook and reference materials. I did not actually focus on the writings on my notes rather I saw the markings on the wall and the antique-like articles and objects around. There’s always a default song genre playing as well- jazz, rhythm and blues, indie, covers of soft rock and pop, on shuffle and on repeat. Default, yet profound and substantial.
         

  I once went on a coffee shop to watch series and decided to order nothing. I felt bad for a while so I did eventually order a non-coffee based frappe which cost half of my daily allowance. But I felt the same, the first sip reminded me of the first flavor of my first date, my name was misspelled but I didn’t mind- I anticipated the flavor and the sentiment of something profound and something substantial. But in it, there are still doubts. 
          

Why are doubts even profoundly and substantially present on actual conversations on coffee shops? There’s always this neurotic response that says “Does my hair look good?” “Did I order the right drink for her?” “Will I have actual good conversations with him?” Why does the default state of creating a default sentiment so doubtful? Why am I even forming a question out of a question? Damn, maybe coffee shops are really complicated.
         

I don’t know why but the smell of coffee shops and its honest vibe has something in it, why is it always associated with something- something delightful?
         

Coffee shops are like songs that make you feel nostalgic- seeing that marking on the wall, hearing that particular tune and guitar riff, ordering that flavor you would always love, singing along with the lines and hitting the notes right.
           

Coffee shops are like books that make you associate things with something profound and substantial- they reconnect and link sentiments – spending that time with a person, getting stuck in a chapter, seeing stories of different people with different orientations and orders, interpreting that character.
        

Coffee shops are coffee shops; they’re default in nature yet distinct in character. Coffee shops are coffee shops.
       

 I once went on a coffee shop to wait for this girl who once asked me on a date on a coffee shop somewhere around the city. The same coffee shop, the same vibe; I wrote about coffee shops and series and writing and waiting.
       

What’s with it and the smell of a coffee shop? Why is the default feeling being associated with something?      
        

Now I’m spending my time with the girl who would always associate profound and substantial sentiments- the same girl who invited me to a coffee shop. And I need not to wait because now my doubts are erased. Damn, coffee shops.

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How about you? Do we have same sentiments?

Thanks for reading! See you in the next post.

Light 'Em Up (I'm on Fire)

"Stop Flickering and Start Gleaming for Me"

By: DJ Martin 🤘

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She would always find darkness

flickering and wondering

reminding me,

"I'll ruin everything"

and I would always be the one

enthralling-

Replying

"What's with darkness and ruining moments?" 

This naive, awkward, shy boy

is also

enchanting and beaming

with utmost joy,

ever since I found her. 

She would always find darkness;

Flickering and wondering-

and in the process,

she would neglect all

luminescence and try to

anticipate,

deteriorate and

defend her haplessness 

"You poor soul" I utter

from my mouth that is always late

my heart did scathe

From seeing her finding darkness

neglecting luminescence 

"Gleam for me" she said,

I loved the idea of it-

always turned on

"Stop flickering" I replied

These words were not sugarcoated 

they are made 

for us to be mesmerized

with such, things be realized 

that we cannot antagonize;

because darkness will always be present

in the depths of our buried sentiments

and in the process,

it is up to us to neglect luminescence 

and surrender to our own darknesses 

How good does light affect her?

Is there a guarantee of surrender?

Defend her

haplessness even more

What is the process?

What is inside darkness?

She would always find darkness 

and in the process,

there's one thing she didn't anticipate:

I was her luminescence 

I gleamed for her

the flickering of her haplessness and wondering of her innocence 

sprung into a brighter finding

of darkness and luminescence 

"Gleam for me" she said,

and so I did. 

She would always find darkness 

and this time,

she's no longer flickering and wondering,

because in the process

I was her luminescence. 

I'm Your Warmest Color

"Your First Paper Cut"

By: DJ Martin 🤘

Finger.

Blood.

Singer.

Flat.

Your first paper cut- a phenomenal experience 

You experienced it when you were with me

Me as a witness

The only witness

Of such aberrant whatnots.

Linger.

Stud.

Shiver

Proud.

It could've been punishable by screams

Yet you chose to stay.

It could've been shattered dreams 

Yet you loved me all the way

Chose to love

Loved me to stay

Words.

Honesty.

Knives.

Scars.

How Urie would say it in his Gospel:

"The fear of falling apart"

Would be(s) and whatnots

Your first paper cut-

Will always be with me. Only me.

These cuts are mine to bear

These cuts are mine as well

Cliches.

Love.

Trust. 

Leeways. 

Struggle with me

It's what we are bound to do

Your first paper cut-

And the rest of them you'll receive

It's my turn to finish the gaps and spots;

Reminding you I am to accept your pain.

Perplexed.

Confused.

Baffled.

Nonplussed. 

Like this poem.

Like you.

But it's given meaning. It'll always be.

Because your first paper cut will always be experienced with me. 

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LIBRARY THOUGHTS- How "I Write Truths Not Tragedies" Came About

Do you know why this blog is entitled I Write Truths Not Tragedies? Well, the obvious reason- it is a witty reference to Panic! At The Disco's well-known song called I Write Sins Not Tragedies of their first album A Fever You Can't Sweat Out released last September 27, 2005 (if I'm not mistaken)

But if you come to think of it, it's not just about a creative reference for a blog. It's more than that. It's like this blog speaks for itself. Let's break it down shall we.

I.

The word I. A single letter symbolizing individuality or identity. A word that establishes a personality, an entity of some sort. A word that could go so many ways but is grounded on one underlying meaning- I. A name, a title, a well-being, a code, a course. It's always there. It'll always be there. 'I' will always be present no matter what. 'I' will never change. 'I' will always be here. 

WRITE.

Ah, write. One of my most favorite words in the English dictionary. Whenever the teacher asks us to write something (ever since High School)  it weirdly turns me on. For some reasons, the word belongs to me. I write to express, I write to impress, I write to satisfy myself, I write to satisfy others as well. I exist because I write. I write because I exist. In a more subliminal aspect, I write because I think it's my purpose. I influence because I write, I write because I want to influence. It's just there, if you get it, no matter how the world is positioned, no matter how I become, I would always write. And for now I might not harnessed that 'purpose,' but sooner I will. I know I will. (See how many 'I's' were presented here?)

TRUTHS.

This part is already frustrating me for some reasons I can't even grasp. What does the truth speak about? How will we even know a truth's a truth? Just like knowledge or love, its very difficult to define truth. In the philosophical aspect, ''Simply, we can define truth as: a statement about the way the world actually is.'' (http://www.philosophynews.com/post/2015/01/29/What-is-Truth.aspx)
But what does the world actually look like? How am I even dwelling in the philosophical aspect? How is this even a topic? Is this the truth?

Okay. Let's look at it this way. If the things you do speak of the truth, how will you differentiate it from a lie? What if what's true for others is not true for some? That's what's frustrating me.

But now we'll look at the meaning of truth in the perspective of this blog. I write TRUTHS not TRAGEDIES. It's simple. Everything written here are not made-up. They are products of experience and honest cogitations. What I write are manifestations of truth. Because it's what supposed to be. It is what people need to see. You need to see. In the face of the truth, no matter how viewed or defined by anyone, this blog will always remain true to itself- and that's the truth.

NOT.

The negative aspect. Negation. The word not is used for denying things. But the good thing about how the word 'not' is used in this blog is that it actually denies to accept positivity. The word 'not' in this blog establishes adversary to promote amity. Now isn't that quite amazing? For me I think it is.

TRAGEDIES. 

Another negative aspect. Tragedy. It's adhering to a tatterdemalion state, a deplorable and lamentable condition. (Look at me use big and highfaluting words)

But tragedies is not subject here. It is truth. 'Tragedies' is negated because truth is given way and accepted. So no matter how tragic my life can get, I would always adhere to writing truths and no matter how life turns out, truth will always prevail.

So yes, that's about it.

Haven't I mentioned I am typing this at the school library? I think I did. Well, sort of- it's indicated in the title. See, not tragedies. Just truths.

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SPEED BUMP- Today's a Wednesday

I feel like something's wrong today. I can't really grasp what it is.

You told me you're sleepy. Is that it? I feel like something's wrong. Tell me. I hate how I resort to writing to express my anxiety when it comes to you. It's like I have been carrying this all along ever since I started loving you. Believe me nothing's bad about that- it's just a manifestation of how I love you so much.

But seriously, is there something wrong? Is there something you're not telling me?

Today's a Wednesday. The day we have been longing for-for weeks and hard-earned weeks. Now we've come here. Yet it feels different. It's as if somehow you're not looking forward for it anymore.

Is there something wrong? Tell me. I'm here, I'm always here you know that.

I have developed a keen adherence to my doubts and over-thinking tendencies. It's not supposed to be like this. I always feel fine when it comes to you. But today it's as if you're pushing me away. Tell me what's bothering you, please. I'm here- you know that.

Today's a Wednesday- our day. The day we've grown fond of. But as if this day is as gloomy as the skies. The underlying forlornness of the weather is parallel to your words and actions. Today you're tired. But today I am too. But I haven't seen you like this.

Is there something wrong? Is there something bothering you? Hey, tell me. I'm here. I'm always here, just tell me. I love you.

Feisty Cogitations (Extra Spicy) is currently playing. Maybe it's time to make a new playlist. A playlist for just being with you- a playlist for sleep, peace and quiet.. A playlist for you-for us.

Today's a Wednesday. The day we've been longing for. The day we've grown fond of. Our day-our special day. Just for us.

I am at the library and I was the only person here not until groups of people already entered. The next half-hour it's all occupied already. I'm here at the rear end. The last computer facing the Circulation Area. I feel blank, but at the same time I feel hopeful. Writing gives me life as well. (Well in this case, typing.)

I'm thinking of your face when you entered your class. Right after you left. You didn't even turn your back when I said "hey." You seemed bothered. Is everything alright? Are we okay? We are, aren't we?

Today's a Wednesday. Our day. Is there something wrong? Tell me, I'm here. I'm always here.

I love you.

Oohs.

 

Lunar Sentiments 2.0

'Credence'

A short story by DJ Martin 🤘

It was an auspicious Thursday evening, unlike any other evening, the moon was not present. The city was not quiet but quite chaotic. At a park, a young man wandered. 

"Hmmm... that's a bit odd" Perry uttered as he sat on the old bench located at the center of the city's park. He was alone, like any other night. It was his routine. But it was not like any other night for he was wondering where the moon might've gone. He was always wondering quite frankly; and he never noticed, not until then. 

Few minutes passed, still nothing- hours, and it got darker, stars were present everywhere but the moon was hiding still. 

Perry was a merchant, paid by his own company and lived in a place isolated from the city- alone. He was always enjoying the company of himself, quite ironically; he never met someone whom he can share his aspirations with. He kept wandering and wondering- "Where could possibly the moon be?" He was left with no answer.

Minutes passed, still nothing- hours, and it got even darker, stars were already massively and vividly present everywhere but the moon was still not in sight.  As he gazed upon the night-sky, he couldn't help but to notice a figure along the road where the park ends. It was man. He was homeless. Perry stood up and walked towards and tried to have a conversation with the man.

"Good evening, sir" he said. 

"Hello" the man replied. "What made you decide to come over here and talk to me?" he added. Perry was in awe, stuck and didn't know how or what to answer.

"Well, haven't you noticed the moon is still not out there?" He said as he pointed up and tried to sit down with the homeless man. 

"I'm expecting for you to come here" the man said. Perry was shocked by the man's answer but still managed to keep composure and humbly said "Really? How so?" Then the man answered "You see, a lot of people sit there then come talk to me after" 

Perry was confused and said "I've always been sitting there but how come I'm only seeing you now?" 

The man laughed and said "I'm homeless. People always see me but they refuse to look" Perry, still perplexed by the words of the man asked "You said a while ago people come here and talk to you after" He replied "They do, they say harsh things. Mean, unfavorable and unforgivable things" Perry felt ashamed. "I'm sorry" he said. "I've been expecting you, but I've never expected on what you have to say though" the homeless man replied as he fixed his sitting position. 

Minutes passed, still nothing- hours, and it got even darker, the night was deep as stars were already massively and vividly present everywhere but the man and Perry were still not being shone by a moonlight.

Perry took courage to establish another conversation with the homeless man. He asked him if how did he end up at the end of the park. Then again the man laughed and answered "I'm a homeless man, any place can be my home" 

Perry insisted and asked "Then how can you be this positive considering your state?" The man replied "I've always been positive. I know that everything will be set to be perfect, in the right time" Perry was still in awe as to how he heard the answers of the homeless man. He then asked "How will even know if the time's right?" The homeless man just smiled and said in a soft voice "Time is always right- it's our choices that sets it wrong" 

Perry was amazed on how the man answered his questions. He was marveled on how the man gave responses considering he was homeless. 

"How are you able to survive the harsh environment this end-park offers?" The man answered "Well, I don't. Because I made this harsh environment you're talking about" 

Minutes passed, still nothing- hours, and it got even darker, the night was deep as stars were already massively and vividly present everywhere.

Perry then decided to go home and invited the homeless man and he humbly obliged. As they were walking home, Perry subtly turned his head towards the sky to see if the moon was already present. To his surprise, he saw a shooting star instead. I have to make a wish he though and so he did.

"I wish to see the moon" he whispered. The homeless man asked him "What's with you and the moon?" Perry answered "I don't know. The moon soothes everything in me" 

When they got home, Perry toured the homeless man in his house and explained how he had been making the place suitable for living. The man said "Maybe you need not to try to fix everything in here because if they really belong here, then everything will be set in their own respective place."

Minutes passed, still nothing- hours, and it got even darker, the night was deep as stars were already massively and vividly present everywhere. Eventually, the homeless man had to go. 

"Thank you for tonight" he said thereafter he bid goodbye. Perry offered his home but the homeless man refused. "Well, thank you too sir" Perry said. Then he shouted "Wait! I didn't get the chance to know your name" He gasped and laughed and replied "I'm a homeless man my friend. And I want to stay and be called the same" 

Perry was still in awe after the man left. 

The next day came, and the next day, and the next, weeks and months came. Never was the moon absent since then, but the homeless man was no longer to be found. 

Oohs ❤

'Maybe' Is All I Need
By: Didge Martin 🤘

Do you know what's a game changer? Oh, dear it's something that makes you forget about everything you've dreamed of and crave for something else. It is something that makes your perspective of something be more important than the usual. It is a situation where you can't go wrong.

According to the cast of How I Met Your Mother, when asked if how long would it take to get over an ex, Lily answered "Half the length of the relationship", Marshall said "One Week for every month you've been together" , Robin stated "Exactly 10,000 drinks, however long that takes" then Barney (with all honesty) answered "You can't measure something like this in time; there's a series of steps- from her bed to her front door. Bam! Out of there. Next!" (High-five for that)

Well, what did Ted Mosby say? Of course, he said: "The moment you meet that person that gets you back in the game"

His statement was the only logical and sensible answer one could ever take in. If I were asked the same question, I'd probably answer the same as Ted.

The inevitability of capturing feelings toward a certain person is the most frustrating trait of being a human being.
It is what drives us to undertake multiple series of things which affects our own well-being.
That being said, it is not new to us that whenever getting attached to someone, we tend to measure also how long we could ever forget the idea of them, if our relationship with these people didn't go quite better as planned.
With this, I can get the same sentiment to as how Ted answered the question, because he never cared about measuring the value of the relationship, rather he resorted to scale it into a degree where affection is reset into a better point of view, in short, a definite example of a 'game changer.'


When I review myself and ask "what could be my game changer?"
I tend to leave that question blank, not knowing when to go back for I don't know what to answer.
Sometimes, it doesn't even matter if I must have an answer to that.
Maybe I just wanted to leave it blank for the rest of my life.
My subconscious always tells me that
it cannot be answered because I always chase people who are not even trying to chase me back.

Considering the fact that the way I see these 'people' will always be a perspective of a person running- I will never see what they look like, just only, and always their backs, I can't even have the same course with them, even for a short span of time. I suck at being a 'reacher.'

And did you know I have the idea of almost giving up? But thank God, someone made me get back on the game and this time, I am no longer reaching nor chasing but I am surprisingly keeping up with her.


Don't you hate how series of romantic movie scenes work? Aside from being corny and prevailingly cliche, things happen so damn fast. You see the girl and the boy having the same interests, then the next you'll see them kissing on the bed. Like "how the f*ck did that even happen?" Just how? It's not something believable. It's not a game changer.

I mean, why can't we be spontaneous like that? It's a petty thing to say but a very frustrating aspect to comprehend.

Okay, I just wanted to make a point.

Back to what I'm trying to really say. If such game changer sets the mood right, then nothing can go wrong. I mean, all the doubts, the but ifs, the what ifs, the maybes will be just words and not depriving ideas.

I met a girl.
She's everything I hoped for-
Her eyes
that captivates my heart
Her lips
that I'll always long for
Her laugh
that is a perfect symphony
Her voice
that melts my soul
Her body
that displays such marvelous beauty
Is everything I hoped for.
I met a girl.
And everything about her is perfect.

See, now I'm a cliche- and that word just wears me out. (Never Shout Never, Trouble) but look at how spontaneous I can be.
If these words were coming out from my mouth,
they're no different because they're all genuinely rendered and felt without a doubt.

And the good thing about it is that all of these started from just a 'maybe.'

Maybes are not promising
Maybes are full of doubts
Maybes are risky
Maybes are scary
Maybes are just maybes
But maybe a maybe is all I need.

This girl-
the epitome of an affection that started from a maybe
is fully grasp into something
that I know, with all my heart, that such 'maybe' will be an 'always.'

See, cliches?
How convenient.

But these are on point.

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To Be Continued my dear friends.
I hope you liked this!

How about you? Do you have a game changer? Or have you ever been into the same situation?

Feel free to leave a comment and again, thanks for reading!

See you on the next post.

Mano po Nay, mano po Tay

"To My Thirty-two Children" 👶
(An open letter to my parents ❤)
By: DJ Martin 🤘

Let not the title mislead you;
This isn't a hyperbole,
It is a veracious metaphor
It may be a message- an indirect trajectory

To my thirty-two children
Fear not of what you may become
The atrocious vision of this paradigm of ours;
Is yours to perceive not as demoralized and beaten

Let not the title mislead you
This isn't a bluster,
It is a superlative metaphor
It may be a message- an establishment of a boundary

To my dear parents; mom and dad
You need not to worry; these thirty-two children can wait-
I am, and always will be the man you want me to become.
The wonders of these values, I will always accumulate

Let not the title mislead you;
We have established the fact that this give boundaries
Fear not of what may happen
Because these thirty-two children proliferate countless blessings

Trust is the foundation of everything
You have always reminded me of that;
I have given you all of this and it's your time to reciprocate-
Not all of my decisions are subject for reprimand

Let not the title mislead you;
This isn't in the literal sense
It goes beyond a peripheral aspect
Grounded on the most virtuous sentiment

My unborn children are yet to come-
It may take thirty-two years or more,
But let not this premise mislead you;
These are the future hard-earned achievements and triumphs I may receive.

Let not the title mislead you;
I still have a lot of things to prove to you all.
But whatever I have now is enough for me to adhere:
That living in the moment will prosper into something worthwhile.

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#KunyarePaDeep
#KunyareMaySense
#WalangBahidNgKaOveractingan
#SaAkingKababataParody
#DearParents

Disclaimer: This poem does not, at any circumstance, connote and or promote rebellion against anything. I just find it funny and post-worthy. ☺

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

"The Upside Downs of Us"
By: Didge Martin

Last night, I decided to binge watch an original Netflix Series entitled "Stranger Things" and it left me in shock an awe up to this point in my life. The non-stop-thrill-driven, mysteriously captivating, oddly romantic, obliviously impeccable 8-episode series left me speechless and subtly emotional- even nostalgic. I know, it's weird( I miss it already) I was having goosebumps until I woke up; I even imagined that a Demogorgon might've been sneaking in our dressing room; it left me with an insane obsession of being attached to the idea of the entire series! Now I know it's a bit too late for me to watch this, a year late in fact, and a lot of friends suggested me this months ago, but I had too much on my list and I thought "hmmm, there's only one published season, I could catch up," but I never knew it will become number one on my all time favorites and I never thought it will be much big of a deal, besides, we all know Season 2 is coming! Hooray!

Anyway, the point is, I admire a lot of series especially the ones produced by the foreign television networks but damn it this one will always leave a spot in my system no matter what- I mean it. Kudos to the Duffer Brothers for not giving up on those rejected screenings! Netflix's got your back and your efforts made every viewer receive the series they deserve. Your creative and humorous style will always be appreciated.

Alright, on to my main topic here. After finishing the series, I had so many realizations as I contemplated about life grounded on it and this gave me the fuel to set my blog ablaze yet again.

So, I'm here to make several comparisons between the TV Series' Characters and scenes and Real life scenes and people- now, if you haven't watched any of it yet, I highly suggest that, by all means, you should! This, is a game changer my dear friends.

Okay, on to my subject now. (Let me just leave you with a disclaimer here; my views and opinions do not, at any circumstance speak for the intentions of the writers, directors and producers of the show or anyone else affiliated with it. These are all purely personal opinions and are not for the purpose of jeopardizing the integrity of its well-written plot.)

Okay then. So...

1.) Will Byers: and his personality.

Ah, yes. The main reason why Hawkins became quite popular in a sense. His disappearance triggered the whole cast of this entire season and such phenomenon that happened left the audience with a lot of questions as the episodes are revealed. He is the reason, well one of the reasons, why "stranger things" have happened.

Now, who must be Will Byers in the real world? Well, for me he is considered to be the country's president. Okay now, don't be hysterical. Let me first explain my side here,

Sometimes, stranger things happen because of the decisions of someone who governs a place, I mean even if he does not mean it, a lot of people would still question why would he? Will's disappearance represents the failures of a president (wherein for example, people think it's all his fault why the economy suddenly turns into a chaotic state.) I repeat, even if sometimes he doesn't mean it, a lot will still question him. Now that's a bit vague isn't it? Okay let me elaborate. Will's abilities and talents are undeniably amazing, I mean he's smart and good at drawing, he found a way and talked to his mom even if he was in the alternate world, while (assuming from the dialogue of Chief Hopper and his mom when he was reported missing) he is still being bullied. Just like the president, he displays a lot of sensible righteousness but still a lot of people still try criticize him. In the case of Will, only a few would believe he's still alive because these people are the ones who are dear to him. Just like how the president is being believed by only a few of his followers.

Okay, so I know it's a bit inaccurate but it could be also true- it's just a matter of perspective.

2.) That Hawkins secret Laboratory and MI7-ish Administrators.

We all know for a fact that whatever's happening down the basement of that fenced facility is a bit fishy at some point. I mean, it's obvious that they're doing some crazy science stuff that involves torture and forced labor and other weird sh*t.

So, this for me is parallel to our government. I mean, okay I am not trying to say that ours is that bad- it's definitely good but at some time, the things they do are similar to what the Hawkins secret lab do.

There's this scene where Mike's dad says "Don't worry. It's the government- they're on our side" - well, except they were not.

What I'm trying to say here is that sometimes what we see is only the superficial aspects. Sometimes that's what they say but that's not what they mean. Stuff like that.

I don't wanna get too involved in this, they might sue me or something.
PLEASE don't. I swear, I love our government.

3.) The Demogorgon

Yes, that awesome flower man-like monster. It's so cool that even such wonderful things can scare you, well, I guess that's why some flowers are not that beautiful.

Okay, so this is going to be obvious.
The Demogorgon represents our anxieties; in life and also has a resemblance of Depression- "it's right next to you but as if you don't even see it", right? I mean, what perfect creature could we ever compare our anxieties and depression with other than this monster?  It stalks its prey in the most vulnerable times (whenever we're alone and hurt) and strikes at the right moment (when we can no longer find ways how to escape) it eats us, it can eventually kill us.

But the only difference is that technically, you cannot kill the Demogorgon (unless of course if you're Eleven) but you can kill anxiety and depression with the right people and timing.

Again, it's just a matter of perspective

4.) Eleven

Ugh. So much appreciation for this character. I know, cliche and a bit biased but cmon, who wouldn't adore her? Millie Bobby Brown did an amazing job portraying Eleven! She is so badass and furiously astonishing. (Well, at first I thought it was Asa Butterfield because she had a shaved head- and I can't unsee him but I tried to watch some of Millie's interviews and wow she has hair already, and I said- "well, okay she's definitely her") The thing about Eleven is her character has a limited vocabulary but had a massive intelligence and power. That's what makes her special for me- I mean she doesn't need to blabber a lot but she helps even if she doesn't speak.

There. So I guess I can compare Eleven to (how convenient) my crush. (Okay booooo) i know i know, like I said cliche and biased. But you can also think of her (Eleven) and compare her to your crush too.

What I mean is, well, my crush doesn't need to speak a lot to make me feel all those romantic excitements. Her actions are the ones that matter the most. Too cheesy. Yikes.

And I think that's also more important for Mike too (Oh, I ship them so much) -well they're 12. But that Chemistry is just so adorable and not-so-cliche.

5.) Barbara

Ohhh, may she rest in peace.
Well, this character is the most outcast- at least for the show. I mean, no search parties for her? No one noticed that she was missing? Why only Nancy? I mean, if what they knew is that she left town, aren't her parents worried for her? Why?

Anyway,
I can pattern Barb to as our conscience.
You see, she has always been there for Nancy and all she ever wanted was to protect her; but because of the temptation of the call of the flesh (in Nancy's perspective) we tend to forget what's supposed to protect us. Well, of course nothing bad or serious happens to Nancy the next morning but Barb was gone- for real; and it gives Nancy guilt.

My point is, we don't even know if our conscience is dead, or if it's missing or of it's in danger if we do not think straight. We need #JusticeForBarbara so please listen to your conscience. The least you can do.

6.) Jonathan Byers

Ah, this unpredictable yet soft-hearted brother. This is where it really gets personal for me, you see it's weird but I see Eleven as my crush and I see myself as Jonathan (I know, it is weird) but of course this is an opinion conjured by my awesome brain. Well don't get me wrong here, I don't have enemies that bully me or I am not even close to being an alleged- psychopath and such. The reason why I see myself as Jonathan is because of what he says through his captured shots on his camera. He says that it's better to see what people think; or decoding what he/she has to say is easier than "talking"- and for me that makes sense. I can relate to it because I hate talking to people, I can't open up too often; I just tend to listen, and capture moments and interpret what people have to say. It's better for me to see people in a wider perspective going beyond just having a conversation and knowing stuff about them- it goes beyond that. And that's what I like.


Okay at this juncture I would like to compare a lot more characters but I still couldn't figure some out to where they really belong- just as how the Chief remains to be mysterious and how Joyce Byers coped up with what happened or why Lucas still has this residue of hate maybe to El, or how Dustin may recover from his teeth condition, whatever happened to that science professor Mr. Clarke and much much more!


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I can guarantee this is not the end of my blog yet for there are a lot of stranger things to come.

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