Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Cloudburst

The cold sets in like the ice in your heart. 

The days are cold, dark and dreary.

The first drop hits you like a bullet. 
And soon after, a little storm of droplets attack.

What's so nice about the rain?

It's as if the sky is crying. 
The tears hit the ground and seep in,
leaving icky mud in it's path.


What's so good about the rain?

It brings on disease and unravels all your ugly secrets.
To those who mask their faces in colors,
stains are all that remain; revealing.
All the fake smiles and concealed words are exposed.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

There's no escaping this sad tale.
Behind the clouds the sun is shining,
but till then we must be still.
A little rain must fall into each life,
for some days must be so dark and dreary
that our thoughts cling to each droplet shooting by. 

Drip, drop. There comes a point when you're standing in the rain that you just give up. Give up trying to run for safety because it's just too late. You're already drenched and a little more won't make a difference. That's the point which makes you or breaks you. What's your breaking point?
Will you brave the storm with me?

Monday, October 21, 2013

A Stranger Is a Friend You Haven't Met Yet

They call themselves a gang but they've barely known each other for a month. It's strange how people seek comfort in absolute strangers. Even weirder that one of them regards me as one of their best friends. What do you do when someone you barely know keeps reminding you that you're one of the few best friends they have so far in the college?
This college thing, it's a whole new chapter of my life. This is the one chance I get to fix everything wrong about me. If I mess this up I don't get another chance. The stupid things I've done in the past could be excused as the reckless era of an immature girl. But I'm not a little girl anymore. These people that surround me live in their comfortable little bubbles where everything's fine in the world. They jump straight into everything. The way they criticize people is so rude and arrogant. I thought I was judgmental but I guess they took it to another level. I mingle with people pretty well but I can't call these people my best friends. From what everyone's been like so far, I'm pretty sure I'm in for a couple of surprises and loads of drama in the future. This ought to be fun! 

Hey YOU!

Dear Reader,

Hey. How are you? I've never spoke with you before, have I? Today I decided to write to you instead of babbling about my usual drama. So tell me about yourself. But not the usual way. Let's make this different. Here's what I want to know:

Do not tell me your name!
  • How old are you?
  • Boy or girl?
  • What's your first pet's name. If you've never had a pet, tell me the best name you can come up with.
  • If you were going to write an autobiography, what would you call it?
  • If someone asked you to give them a random piece of advice, what would you say?
  • What scares you?
  • Are you sarcastic?
  • Introvert or Extrovert?
  • Have you ever told someone you liked/hated them? What was their response?
  • How do you feel about public speaking?
  • Would you rather be hated or forgotten?
  • What do you call carbonated drinks like Coke or Pepsi (ex: soda, pop,etc.)?
  • If you met me in real life, what's the first question you'd ask me?
  • Do you believe in destiny?
  • Would you rather want to know what happens in the future or just let it all play out?
  • Facebook or Twitter? Or neither?
And tell me anything else you want to. I'll listen! err. Read, I guess.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Impressions

There's a boy whom I'm quite fond of. Not in that gushy, lovey-dovey way. I look up to him and his ideals. He seems to be an excellent judge of character and I aspire to be like that. I had asked him what his first impression of me was and he's the only one to tell me what he honestly thought.
"You're childish, innocent, honest and simple."
I know I'm childish and I don't want to grow up. That world that adults live in surrounded by problems, work and stress just seems so terrifying.
I always trust people recklessly and get manipulated by them as well. So I guess I'm not innocent, I'm gullible. Or maybe its both.
Honesty. The best policy right? At times I take on the characteristics of a pathological liar. It's become a terrible habit and I'm trying to stop it.
I must be a simple person, I don't know. But I always find a way to make things more complicated than they're supposed to be.
In this next chapter of my life, I hope to get my head on straight and to finally get over my fear of growing up. I still have a long way to go!

Fairy Dust

Have you heard the story about a ticking beast? One that swallows a man whole and leaves not a morsel behind. A missing hand, an iron hook,a flying boy.
Fairy dust. That's what dreams are made of. With a sprinkle here, a dash there, an entire world comes to life.

Peter Pan is my favorite fairy tale boy. He yearns for a love that he may never have and accepts everything as it is and let's it all fall into place.
Wendy enjoys the time she spends in neverland but she wants to grow up too. She leaves it all behind to run back to a world filled with lies and deceit. She grows up and finds a word called 'husband'. Despicable really.

If Neverland was real, I'd never leave. No one deserves to be alone, not even Peter Pan.
If Neverland was real, I'd have brought Pan back with me.

I believe in fairies. Always will.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Mid-year Resolution

I have this English professor and he is possibly the only person in the world who is capable of giving such long lecturers about the simplest things; other than my dad. He was talking about the word technology for a whole of 70 minutes the other day. I think he's a pretty good professor but I'm not sure exactly how much I'll be learning from him. The meaning he gave for the word 'know' was 'to know'. I just stared at him. Like was it that hard to just say, "to be aware of something"?
Anyway, there was something he said that really sparked my interest. He was talking about short-term goals that lead up to bigger goals we have in life. Like challenging yourself to do something tomorrow; no matter how small, and after achieving it, let yourself be happy about it. Reward yourself and keep challenging yourself everyday. He also said something about exercising our right to speech and expressing our views. He has this motto about never saying 'no' to anyone. I could never live up to that but it seems kind of interesting.
So a couple of other things he spoke about in class got me thinking about my blog and how it seems to be going downhill for a while now. I've made a mid-year resolution to try to keep this blog alive and just write, all the time. It might not make a difference to most of you but that's perfectly alright. :)
I want to use this opportunity to the full extent and see where I get from here. Looking forward to everything! And just a reminder to my readers. If you ever want someone to talk to, I'm here.
Here's my new e-mail:  stillcountinstars@gmail.com

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Kit Kats

Why I love Kit Kats:
Just look at the packaging. It’s wrapped around a shiny aluminum wrapper that reminds me of a Willy Wonka’s candy bar. The chocolate itself is made in a group of four cuboids. I always break each of them before eating. After eating the first piece and I think “oh it’s over”, I look down and see there are still three pieces left. This is the best part about Kit Kats. Oh, the packaging. It’s literally telling you to procrastinate. “Have a Break. Have a Kit Kat”.  AH, IT COMPELS ME!