Reaching out | Kathmandu

Hala España!!

2014 World Cup Brazil: ETA 1 hour

Points I am going to edit and polish tomorrow bc ONE MORE HOUR I GOTTA SLEEP!!!!!!!!

• Today I am witness to a show of my humanity's best and worst.
• I will watch the World Cup in my pajamas. 
• Nepal is staying awake tonight, I bet. We're thinking it's worth it--all the tv cable/electricity bills, less schoolwork done if we don't sleep early so we're less energetic, original replica kits or jerseys, beer (for those dudes in the newly-christened Sports Bar and stuff). 
• The Nepal-Philippines consul general made some amazing points in a speech just from his head. I cannot ever imagine memorising a long speech like that, let alone speak in front of people.
• Does McDonalds Philippines have those Coke WC-themed cups again?
• Stefan Bachmann is making tumblr?

BAY-BEH!!!!!!!

A little filler for an almost-nice day

 Poptropica instead of portfolio :/

Really, this Focus scientist is brill
Except for the Narfs. I hate 'em.

I like how sad the staff were, all melancholy

See? Reason 58 of why I like computer programmers and such

Awww, sorry sugars, I bet your teams will win someday. Meet me at the Bananabee's at 8, dinner's on me.

And I'm trying not to remember 'no-one has to die' with this:

Broken trance

Good--I actually have something legit to write about now (am so happy!! xD)

It pains my fingers to write something I know I have to write, rather than the carefree bliss spent over hours of endless scrolling on time wasters. Like this one, I know… Almost everyday there is regret and remorse about the things should have done and that should have been. And there has very little been done about it. So my days remain forgotten like the dusty old cloth bookmark hidden between a crevice on a vast bamboo bookshelf. 

What we do now is a building block invested towards our future. Most of times I brush that off and run away with something because it gives me momentary happiness. Occasionally I do something actually good and it gives me joy for a week and more. 

Freedom still has its bounds. Or maybe what I have now isn't purely freedom. I think it is what I make of it, what I carve. It seems if I don't use it for what freedom is and do something stupid I fall down on a pit and go back to the beginning of the cycle. I ponder on what prevents me from stumbling. All the time it is in front of my eyes. I don't usually take it, maybe because I am blind or am fooled by the notion that I don't have any time for the solution. The answer calls me, gently, other times plain loud like a mother sternly leading its child away from what is bad, and towards his goodwill. And the remedy also knows that it is my decision whether or not I should listen to the voice of its truth. Because I am human, I know that to listen is for my good, to refuse is to be cast away from these good shores. And of course, all of us know that everyone always chooses the better one.

I am but a poor human being

Stampy's lovely world

It may be fun
It may be nice
I'm trying to be nice.

Pull me in
You grab my hands
Look back and see my teeth glint unwillingly

Why don't you see
Why can't you feel it somehow
I know you are not numb.

The grass pinches our feet
You say you know they prick
But can't you hear me?

Glassy fingers
That belong to you
I want to kiss them

Pulling me towards
A big roller coaster
Look at me, boy, look at me.

What?
I said look at me.
We're going to the ride now, tell me later.

You are strapped.
I am strapped to the coaster's seat too.
The contraption starts to whirl…

You know I'm scared
I need
To hold your hand.

What are you saying?
I can't hear you!
Ah, that's right.

You don't hear me.
And I wish I could hold your hand
But you aren't next to me no one is

She is next to you
And
I am not.

You don't hear.
I hear you tilt your head to look at her
I hear your heartbeat go faster

Nice, I am trying to be
To both of you
I hear your fingers land on hers

But her name is also Nice
Like in Italy
I've always tried to be her

And this is not fun
I wish I could pull off the straps
I am trying

I can pull them off.
Get away, from you
Because I love you it will be better this way

The contraption is still on
I am hanging on the edge of the roller coaster 
And you have to hear me.

You have to hear me
You have to hear me
You have to hear--