Magic begins here, the entrance post said.

Last March 7, my friends and I decided to celebrate two birthday parties at Enchanted Kingdom. It may not be an overseas travel but the moments we spent together founded the great friendship among us friends. The birthday celebrants, Gia Pajarillo and Camille Rivera, planned the date and the details while the rest helped out with expenses. There were a lot of people who came and the crowd was pretty hard to accommodate but in the end it turned out to be the most awesome friend bonding time in my whole 16 years of life.

The day started with hanging out at my house. In those few months remaining of that school year this zombie-escape game called “Left 4 Dead” was very popular. Everyone who waited at my house for the rest to arrive played it except Grace Bajo who was extremely scared of this boss zombie that moaned scarily. It was very enjoyable because the first person to come arrived so early! He came at 6 in the morning while the rest arrived at 9.

We went to Starbucks afterwards to wait for the rest to arrive. It was the start of the day, and everyone had no idea what was in store for them. They had no idea of how memorably awesome the day will become, just sitting on their chairs sipping on our frappucinos and some coffee.

After collecting everyone, we went on our car trip to Enchanted Kingdom. Usually in our family trips, the car ride is usually the transitory phase where everyone just rests and waits for the arrival. As the rebels of being conventional, we made the trip fun by cracking jokes, sharing music, and singing along even if we’re out-of-key. We’d laugh about it afterwards and even dare each other to do crazy stunts with the cars we don’t know that we’re driving with!

We arrived at our destination with red cheeks and sore stomachs from laughter. And to think that we only just got here! We went on rides and tried our best to contain our inner childish desires and to be well composed. We took away inhibitions like rules. We sat on the railing like radicals who disobeyed the “no sitting” sign and we felt awesome. Some of my friends rode the Space Shuttle that day. When I saw that insane ride go from top to wherever it went and go back backwards, I felt like my stomach twirled into knots. No force on earth could make me ride that free ticket to fainting.

Joanna Kennedy on the other hand, had plans for me. Of course, before you go to the main course, the Space Shuttle, she need to soften my heart into going into heart thrilling rides like the Log Jam and the crazy Anchor’s Away. I am utterly impressed with myself for being able to ride it, even if they used illegal ways to make me ride it. To name some, they used guilt, awkwardness, and the good-friend card. In the end, I ended up riding the Space Shuttle for nearly 7 times. My first time was with Joanna beside me while I scream away all my manliness from the face of the earth. After that, I got to convince Gia, Grace, and even for Camille to ride it! It was extremely amazing

In one point of the ride, you’ll be facing the sky with all its beauty and majesty and its dark gloom illuminated by tiny specks of light. It was beautiful. It was even more memorable because beside me were my friends, who by their grip showed their trust, loyalty and love for me.

After getting everyone to agree to keep going on the the Space Shuttle, they had to close off the ride for a few minutes because the fireworks were going to start in a few minutes. We stopped by the food court and ate. Sitting down, I realized it wasn’t mainly the rides that we enjoyed. Hanging out together as friends, handling things on our own and appreciating each other’s company. A lot of magical things happened that night. That night after dinner, we were watching the beautiful sky glow with bright lights as it certified the end of one of the happiest days of my life. That night after dinner, we all wondered if we could still hold on to this day for only a few hours more until we can officially say that March 7 was over. That night after dinner, we decided to have a sleep over at my house and miraculously, many were allowed to go.

We keep this day, even now, as a story or a memory we will never forget. We remember it as a day where we cared about nothing and cared about each and every one of us. One of the things that satisfied me was that I felt the freedom of being parentless and handling things on my own. I can hardly remember the rides and the routes we took to get to wherever we went, but their company and friendship was embedded in my heart and I will take these memories of mine forever. I love you guys. :)

The magic begins here? The magic was with me from the start.

Funeral tombstones.

I declare this site dead until further notice.

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An entry of boredom to keep me sane.

Being stuck at home without internet...

Not a good thing. You get to bond with your computer and learn many things about it. Those missing files you lost? You find them. I only have a few files in my computer; keeping it clean for speed and performance. I only have a few interesting ones and of course, Warcraft is there.

Warcraft. Frozen Throne. I've been playing it non stop this week. Once I get home, I play. The problem is... I don't have internet. That means I play with AI enemies and allies and they are pieces of crap that don't help out when they should be, that don't back you up, and that only respond after your death.

And what pisses me off even more is that I can't scream at them and curse their asses because they're all I have until internet comes back. I can't tell them to do what they should be doing. And this happens for every single AI game I've been playing this week. I'd count them to maybe 20 to 30, and my head has somehow memorized the ironies that would happen (like dying after trying to save an ally, dying then an ally will come and your ally dies as well, trying to kill an enemy that's beside your ally who DOESN'T attack him).

Agh. DotA. No more! I'm sick of it. I'll do other things instead. Like this blog i'm making in notepad since there isn't any internet yet. Silly? It keeps me sane, so it's fine.

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(This talk or discussion as the length suggests was motivated and held by me and my brother. I'm trying to recall these things from my memory, so go easy.)

Talking about delirium, how do you even know what's crazy and what's not crazy? Things like these are relative. It depends on how you look at it, and the other perspectives it has. What if I think apples are color blue. If I was optically-challenged and I it really DOES look blue to me, then does that mean that I'm lying? No.

Truth is merely an invention Man made to reassure himself that this happens to others too. If everyone thinks it's really red, then it's red. Does it mean that it isn't blue when I see it? No. It's still blue to me. Is it really Red? Red is just the color it bounces off. Red is another label we've determined for the color that we see, it's not really any thing. If it looks blue to me, then all the apples in the world is blue to me, and I am not crazy. It's just basically what I see. No one can force me to see it as red, that's it.

What do you mean, reassure himself that this happens to others too? Fear. What is fear? The most basic fear of humans is the fear of lack of knowledge. Not being sure of what will happen. Not knowing what's coming up next. Fear of the dark? No. You're just afraid of what you don't know is in there. Eyesight is one of the most important organs we have for collecting information and being blind impairs us. If we knew that we are in our room with no lights, then we wouldn't be afraid. Psh, We've already memorized every inch of this room.

So how do we counter this so called "fear"? We ask for the 'average' truth. The truth of others that occurs the most, to be more precise. We seek to know what other people experience and just pattern it to ourselves.

But does that mean that if something weird happens to us, then it is not true? Let's say a policeman says that this side of the street is safe because he's there. He knows that it is true because he will do his best to do it. When someone suddenly jumps you in an alleyway and rapes you to death, is it true, or really happening? Of course it is! Just because the policeman's truth is different from your currently-being-raped truth doesn't mean that YOUR truth is false, void, nor negated.

Truth is relative. Remember that.

So, recap: Truth is relative, and it depends on whose perspective you see it from. Another thing that complicates the truth is time. What do i mean? If I put an apple (yes, i like them yummy fruits) on the table and I asked you, "is there an apple on the table?"

Yes. Yes there is. If after a while, I take away the apple. Does it mean that your statement is false? Plainly and simply, the answer is no. It was true at that time, but it changed for now. It isn't there anymore.

Yeah. That part confuses me a lot too. I don't have much to say about it. Just that it's a thing that further complicates the truth.

"I think, therefore I am."

A cool quote, if you think about it. But if you should know, it's a crazy man's quote.

Rene de Cartes (inventor of cartesian plane) said that line. Mathematician and Philosopher, his intelligence drove him crazy. (don't go being an asshole and go sarcastic and say that there isn't any crazy as proven above. Don't be an ass.)

He said that because at his lifetime, people were being amazed at the many changing things like for example, Christianity was rock-hard at that time and anyone who opposes them either gets silenced or ex-communicated. Science was a new thing, then, something logical that really does make sense. Everyone was going gaga about these things and Rene was saying "Guys guys! Let's go easy! Before you get shaken by these things, REMEMBER the only things we're sure of is that WE are ..." looks to the left then to the right, "HOLY SHIT! All you people could possibly just figments of my imagination, things that could possibly just be a dream!" runs away.

In a little corner in his house, he's saying "Go easy, Rene. The only thing you're sure of is that YOU QUESTION YOURSELF IF YOU ARE ALIVE, THUS PROVING THAT YOU ARE."

I think (and wonder if I am alive), therefore I am (alive).

That's what my brother understood from it. Heavy shit, eh? Yep... having no internet does that.
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This paleolithic age that we're going through here at home, it's too much. Mom's going out to the park just to look for wireless connection (thats fuzzy.) and even going to the nearby gasoline station for wifi.

I was able to read a book by Neil Gaiman (he writes amazingly. His works are perfection.) called American Gods. It's an old book. Awesome story including Prison, Leprechauns, and Norse Mythology. Awesome.


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She's such a tease, so hard to please
Her smile just pisses me off,

She flips her hair, her elegance so fair
and yet so rigid and tough,

Her glances, bold, her shoulders, cold
her smile so sneaky and sly.

An Excerpt from a poem that I was making. Note: it's past-tense.

Kill me now and spare me the worry

Don't say that I'm the one you want to lose - 3rd Measurement of C, Saosin

Music = awesome.
Music + rain = calm.
Life - Music = shit.

Life seems low these days. Things just don't make sense, or maybe they do. Maybe deep down inside I do understand it, but I just don't want to.

Everything's a blur and I can't keep my attention on everything I need it to be on.

I heard from an awesome graphic novel that "(Only) the comedian realizes what a joke life really is." Or something to that effect.

People take life too seriously. Anywhere would be an awesome place to be if people were having fun doing nothing, just being happy with each other. Just having fun knowing they're with friends or someone important. But no, it isn't that way. They have to complicate things with doubt, pride, worry, anxiety...

Things we don't really need. We can just drop and move along without them. Live without chains we put on ourselves.

Things are a mess. I'm off.

It was orgasmic.

Saturday was so friggin fun. And the best part was SABAYANG PAG BIGKAS PRACTICE!

Not.

I find someone attractive. Some may know, some don't. :) It's our little secret.

Somehow after that day I've used the word "Sabaw" so frequently. And basag. Sabaw. haha. =P~

I should sleep already, but something's keeping me up. :)

I'll make my own book and leave behind the pages.

I'll leave these bits and pieces of myself on the internet for the older-me to look for. That sounds fun, getting to know who you were before.

God wrote a book about friendship, and cut the pages and let them fall to earth.

Friends need each other not only at their times of need (sounds stupid, keep listening). They need you when they're tired, when they're not tired. They need you when they're happy, or when they're sad. They want to be with you even at random times like changing socks or especially having spare change.

It's not on a my-friend-needs-me-i'll-be-there-right-away basis. It's a I-won't-go-to-you-when-you-need-me-kasi-i'm-right-beside-you-already.

There's no reason to not-talk to your friends, I think.