Tuesday, November 29, 2005
telescope[fiction. inspired by a weird conversation i had with Andre Calixto on one of our sabog nights on the roof]
If you put a mirror in space, say, a lightyear or so away from the Earth, then look at the mirror (which consequently reflects an image of the Earth) through a very powerful telescope, you'd see into the past. You'd see everything you were doing a few years back. You'd see all the mistakes you did, all the events that have become regrets, and all obstacles that have led to the present. If that were possible, I'd be first in line to take a peek into the Telescope To The Past. If that were possible, I'd put the mirror in space and develop the telescope myself. Just to see you and I. The way things used to be.
A scientist once thought up of a theory. He said, 'Given enough time, and provided external forces are continuously acting upon it, any body of matter will always return to its original source. For example, if you go to a field, pick up a rock and throw it, sooner or later, the rock WILL come back to where you're standing. It may take millions of years, and the rock may be reduced to a simpler state, but as long as external forces are acting on it, there will come a time that it will pass its origin.'
I know you may be miles away, but rest assured, though it may take a million years, YOU will find yourself back with me. You're my source and I'm yours.
[emo to the millionth power. you're aces, science boy.]
Christmasmy family decided to do Kris Kringle this year, upon my request. that means just one gift for everyone. tipid. and, uhh,
meaningful. actually can't wait till this year's christmas. dozens of relatives from all over the globe are coming over and we're all going to live under one roof. our roof. i think's it's kinda gonna be like Hey Arnold!'s boarding house. exciting, really.
there's this certain feeling that can only be felt during christmas. that's why i don't really feel the spirit until the morning of the 25th. it's not the rpesents, it's not the fact that everyone forgets their hatred towards each other, it's not all the fake smiles and phony friendships that last a day, it's not ALL about religion. then what the hell is it about? i guess there's no easy way to explain it. no trip abroad can ever compare to waking up in your own bed christmas morning, with a carol in your head and a smile on your face. you look out and see that the milk and cookies you left out are collecting ants and cockroaches. [santa never paid me a visit. except one time he gave me an NBA Live '97 cartridge for my Sega. it came with a letter written in my mom's handwriting. maybe santa and my mom learned penmasnhip in the same school?] anyway, what was my point? oh yeah, the fuzzy feeling. it feels like eating chocolate while having your biggest crush kiss your cheek while petting a cute puppy while getting high grades on your supposed failed subject while waking up realizing there aren't any classes and you can sleep all day while having pizza delivered while slow dancing with the one you love while singing out-of-tune videoke with your eccentric family.
yeah, it sort of resembles those feelings.
but.. a 'bah humbug' for now. hehe.
the adventure ended at 9:13 PM
