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Issues
Friday was a good day to start. When I heard class was suspended, Berk sent me a message if I wanted to go to his house. Seeing as I had nothing to do at home, I did. The night prior to friday, I had this long chat with Jeff where I talked about my issues. I didn't expect him to listen given the years apart since graduation day but then I guess it came as a bit of a surprise to see that some old ties still held. I didn't expect anyone to care whenever I talked about my problems, neither did I expect for someone to make me feel better but I guess I was wrong. I still have a few diamonds.
In any case, I went to Berk's for a break from this melancholic drama. I spent the day with him and his brother playing PS2 games. It was such a blast haha. Our weird vocabulary just learned at least five new phrases that day. We spent most of the day playing XMen Legends 2 which was a great beat em up game. We plowed through 7 hours at least. Eventually we took a break from the game and I decided to just stay over. My parents agreed, making this my first impromptu overnight haha. I really missed overnights away from home. I didn't really like staying at home for weeks now, it seemed like a vacation.
During our break from XMen Legends 2, we talked about, well... things that were going on lately. We talked about friends, school but there were was a lengthy topic about writing. It was then I decided to let Berk into my written journal about the creation of Kid Thunder because for one thing, I think he had been there since day one of creation and I felt he deserved to know, as a friend. I guess writing in that thing made me see things more clearly about why I am like this. Looking at our writings closely, I think we were actually writing about our lives. "I didn't think they were all outlets" he said. I think that's what it has always been, they were all outlets. We would talk for hours about what we wanted to write without us knowing that we may be just talking about something more. I always thought that everyone had a story, I just forgot that fact. In the end, I will always wish that we will make it as good storymakers because it's the one thing we can always be proud of.
I have not a lot of things to smile about but being true in my writing does. Not many would believe in me, but I have to believe in what I'm writing. I'm writing my life, I have to believe in that.
After I went home, life resumed. Staying at home got me antsy, I didnt want to stay long but with the commotion that is our country, I didn't really want to go out either. I spent most of the night chatting. Lester went online! We talked about random stuff again haha. It felt like a relief from dealing with issues. I have coined that term now: Issues -- problema ng buhay.
The main issue that seem to bubble out of every chat I have is friendship. Believe me, I have my own issue about the thing. Really, it's easy making friends but it's hard letting them go. Sometimes you get friends who care deeply for you yet there are times that you feel betrayed as well. In my opinion though, every friendship is worth saving BUT it takes two to save it. If one doesn't want to be friends anymore then by all means, learn to let it go. Personally, I am through being the good guy who tries to fix everything. I have to choose who to trust more carefully... and maybe I have.
jeff : marty...
jeff : its not too late to show ur weaknesses
jeff : i think its never too late
jeff : even though u luk tough before
jeff : but if its destroying u now
jeff : u should not care wats ur reputation before
jeff : u should be able to stand up and try to solve ur problems today...
Marty : that's actually gud advice haha
A good friend shows his strength as well as his weaknesses. Yes, he's right. But your weaknesses in the hands of the wrong person can really... with no other word to describe it... sucks.
"I have spent half my life betraying a friends or an ideal I believed in... the other half? Is spent trying to find the strength to say I'm sorry"
Riding the Lightning
5:19 PM
The Three
I guess it was too much of me to ask myself to change. There are so many things unresolved. So many issues unanswered and yet here I was trying to run away from them. Maybe I was afraid or maybe I just wasn't man enough to face them but the simple fact was that I decided to erase everything who I was in order to save myself.
Ironic? Maybe but who am I to say?
I found my old sketchbooks and stories one day. It was such a blast from the past. Every drawing of mine then looked defined, whole, finished and every story I read, I knew the ending it was meant to have. My drawings, I touch the paper and I can still feel the hours that went by as I layered, sketched, erased that page over and over until I got the picture I held. I remember how proud I was to hold it up to the light, only to see that I had my proportions wrong; the head was too big, the arms were too long and the foot looked like mangled meat. It didn't matter, it was beautiful for me.
As years went by, my stories have become darker. Kid Thunder was replaced by Isaac Matthews and every time I wanted to bring Kid back, it seemed like he will never be the same Kid as he was when I created him. I wanted him as an escape from things, an outlet for my hunger for adventures and romance yet now, it seems he has become heavier, darker, burdened with things I myself do not understand. I made him a villain once and that may have sealed his fate. I made myself a villain, to the world, to its view of justice, to how it works. I tainted Kid into becoming my evil half and I couldn't bear it so I locked him up and threw him away.
Isaac Matthews then came into words. As apathy seemed to be the only answer, I saw my future in Isaac. Someone in suffering, someone in limbo, someone who doesn't care. In this time of depression did my love for writing flamed intensely. I was known to be a "writer" (I use this loosely) because of what Isaac said and did. Episodes of mad depression followed as I traced Isaac. It was then that I developed the habit of waking up in the middle of the night to write, a habit I exhibit whenever I'm depressed. Isaac defined me for who I was becoming but I was afraid of him. Why? Because he was an open sentence. I had no ending for the life Isaac Matthews except ... the utter loss of his being. Unlike Kid who was defined and whole, Isaac was a spur of the moment, a being of sadness that I personified into a character of the Shadowkeeper Journals. His story had no end... it will end in nothing. Alas Isaac Matthews was also locked away.
Probably the character that I betrayed the most was Scion. Who was he? When I created Ghosts, a sequel to Kid's story, I wanted to start anew with a character who was pure. His name meant successor which was aptly so, as he would become Kid's successor as well as suffer the same fate. Scion was me trying to start over things. After the great depression episodes of Isaac Matthews, Scion seemed to be like a scapegoat. I wanted Scion to learn all over again as I do. I want to learn all over again, what things meant. Richmond was there to help (he was a character from Kid's original story) in his growth and he even had someone like Isaac, who was Dreamer, to be his conscience. He was my hope actually, a hope to reconcile the things I left unanswered. I wanted Scion to become the happy ending
I betrayed him the most
I didn't tell him all the mistakes. I was too ashamed to. He did not learn the mistakes and he ended up repeating them. He was never Kid who was whole, he was never Isaac who was calculating, Scion had nothing. He ended up bearing every mistake. Like I said, a scapegoat for all the wrong reasons. He ended up becoming a shadow of a former person. No substance, no meaning, no point and he was then discarded and forgotten.
Now, I feel like I can't create anymore of these characters of mine simply because it's so hard to feel whole. I've been having days of depression in which I feel like I was back in the Isaac days but it feels different because Isaac, who he was, was not real. His frustrations were in the safety of his bubble, my problems now are the deterioration of my defenses. Isaac cannot stand up for me and he was the strongest character that I made. He was a dark side that I fall into but as years went, the comfort of even my own Shadowkeeper cannot bear the facts of life.
As much as how I wanted to change, I guess the basic fact is that I cannot let go of the past. It's just who I am, I hold on to things too much until they hurt. I have come to the conclusion that I cannot be a new person. I cannot be another character. I will always be Kid Thunder, the original. He was whole, defined, me. Isaac Matthews had his time and he will continue to linger on every time my heart's broken or I endure pain. Scion will be a constant reminder of how futile it was to escape mistakes. Kid may have turned into a villain along the way, but now as I write this entry, I may have found the heart to make him who he was again. You may not have known who Kid Thunder was, but he is me. It has always been me. I am glad enough to know if only a handful of people remembered who Kid was, they keep the memory of being whole keen. He had always been an escape from the world, a way to fight back and I may have forgotten that when I gave in and made him conform just as I had.
Kid has to come back
Riding the Lightning
11:24 PM
150th: Sleepless
Alone in my dark room, I begin to write
I try to think of what to write that would suffice, scratching my head for ideas to arise.
I can't seem to write for the night and I find that hard to believe since after all I write much like how I breathe.
I find it necessary to put down every thought that I have, mainly for my own sake, for the attention or for when I'm sad.
Yeah I know, the poem kind of sucks but then I was never the good poet.
I find enough strength to put my hands together and close my eyes. I then whisper my prayers and hope to find myself answers. I pray for the people who have problems, who took the time to tell me. I pray for myself to get better, to be who I was meant to be. I pray for the forgiveness of my sins, a task I try everyday. I pray for those who have been forgotten, because I think they need someone to believe. Mostly I pray for the one who I dream about, I wish her the best of the world. I say my prayers humbly, talking myself to sleep.
I repeat my words over and over, hoping for someone to hear yet I find that there is no one there. I must have been dreaming I often say to myself. I am reminded of the stories people have told me about; about a Sandman that sits by, listening to your whispers and whose sand, he puts in your eyes, whisks you away to dreams. I dream of tomorrow mostly, about the days to come. Never about the past, which I tried hard to overcome.
My head keeps on spinning and I begin to relax then. I sleep, I dream... and for the while, I'm in heaven.
Riding the Lightning
11:58 PM
Moonlight
I remember the comforting glow of your smile that lit my way in my darkest of days. I feel that you would never give up on me and maybe that alone kept me fighting for something better; for a better life and to become a better person.
We'd never talk for more than a few hours yet I cherish every word you say. Every secret makes me feel I'm knowing you more. I'd take your hand if I could, and take it close to my heart and just listen to you, basking in your glow. You're different from everyone else because you seem to know how to play with my feelings. You make me feel weak while others make me feel strong. You can carelessly cut me and still make me like you.
I shared with you poems and quotes about love and how it meant for me, all the while hoping that you can read between the lines to see that I want you to see. I want to believe it's just a phase or infatuation yet it's very hard to doubt the feeling I get whenever I hear your voice or see your face. I really hope that it is a phase, I risk our friendship in being forward. Is it worth it? To give it a chance? Maybe not today, not tonight even if the moon is full and it seems like the perfect time. I have learned from my mistakes. I have scars to prove them.
You are the moon who shines my darkest night. . . but maybe that's all you really are. . .
Riding the Lightning
10:19 PM
T . I . I . S
There was a history group project of mine which would start on 10:30am. I spent the prior night playing DOTA all the live long day yesterday and slept for 2am. I thought well, 8 hours of sleep will still do be good but really it didn't. When I woke up at the ETA of 10am, my head throbbed of pain and my chest was heavy. It hurt when I breathed in and it seemed like oxygen was not filling into my brain the right way. In any case, I took a shower, got dressed then drove to Ateneo.
Man, it was a hot day. I had to wait for my group to show up so I decided to text them. OUT OF CREDITS, goddamn. Fishing my wallet out of my pocket, I counted what little money I had left -php450. Now I owed Marc 40, and buying a prepaid card would cost 300, leaving me with 110 for lunch... yet I remembered that we might spend 50 each to buy a blank tape for filiming today. 60 left? Goddamn. Well, it's a good thing I don't have a date else we'd be eating fishballs on the street corner haha hehe hihi hoho... huhuhu
Finally Carlos and Marc came to school. I waited at the Sanggu room for the meantime and looking at the board I saw these two funny valentines messages:
2. SAD - Singles Awareness Day
Ray was late and Carlos' friend Raissa wasn't due until 12:30. So there was this long hour of waiting. We opted to go to National then to buy the tape. With tape over my left eye, I went. Been a long time since I've been in a bookstore. After finding the tape, I went over to my favorite section -FICTION!- and I found Neil Gaiman's new novel, ANANSI BOYS! Php1000! Well... that's about php940 too high for me huhuhu it was so sad. Eventually, I found a very interesting book to read, PRIESTLY PEDOPHILES. haha. Raissa came to Natio then we went back to filiming.
The filming went kind of smoothly after. I was so happy when we finally finished the friggin thing. I spent 3 weeks for that thing. I just hope it goes well, it's one of the worse, low budget production we ever made. hahahaha
Later, we went to my grandma's to celebrate her 76th bday! It was so much fun because my cousins were all there. Moreover some of my godmothers came by. The minute I stepped out of the car and went in, my relatives asked me whether I had a girlfriend. For the love of God, if I have to answer that question every time I went to a reunion, I'd shoot myself. NO, I don't have one. Actually it got to a point where it was already funny. My cousins said that I was a lot more talkative now so they THOUGHT I had a girlfriend which they then told my uncles, aunties, godmothers and eventually my parents who then confronted me to ask if it was true. NO, IT ISN'T. It eventually got embarrassing when they kept on saying how sad it would be if I didn't have one because I won't have children blah blah blah. Tch, relatives (rolls eyes)
The night ended when I went online to YM and decided to post the thing I saw in the Sanggu board as my status. Man, did a lot of people reply. People who I didn't even speak to that much talked to me haha. I went back to chatting with people that night. I can't remember how long a time it was when I had to talk with three people at a time.
When everyone left the party, it was the 3 of us cousins left. We were talking about careers and the future and stuff. Eventually it got to a discussion about my problems, yes mine. Everything I had written here over the past week, I told them and well, they kind of helped me a little bit. I guess the truth is, I have to stop trying to forgive myself and just go ahead and do it. Big difference between trying and doing they say and it was true. That night though I realized that I cannot fully get rid of my bad attitude because well, I need it. I can't be too nice, nor too bad. The bad guy makes me brave and the good guy makes me do what's right, put them together, I hope it results to a better me.
To end the day, I went to sleep like I always do. I thought about the day I had and how awful it was... and how good it felt to write it an tell it to people for their amusement. I guess you do need a little good and bad in everything, don't you think?
Riding the Lightning
12:29 PM
A Point of Reference
You.
I sort of blew up today. It was around lunch time when AC asked me what's eating me. I sort of got mad at Jaco over something stupid (I apologize man, just wasn't my day) and then he asked me what was wrong and I told him exactly what was wrong. I felt like a mess.
I guess I may have said too much to AC about what was bothering me. Maybe because he wanted to know and I really wanted to talk. I told him about the whole deal about what's been eating at me. How my inferiority complex can get the best of me. Everyday, I try to make myself feel better and to somehow absolve myself from mistakes and regret yet there are always people... people who remind me of how I can never change.
I made too many mistakes in my life and everyday, I want to at least forgive myself for those mistakes. I've lost friends over time, close friends, friends who I consider as family. I've felt alone then because I felt that whenever I have embraced something or someone, it would be destined to be stripped away from me. And yet, here I am again, making the same mistakes. Allowing people to become closer than what I had expected, allowing them to see me, allowing them into my world where ultimately, the same thing will happen again. I chose to live with myself alone, only to let people come to me at a certain level then cut them off from knowing anything more... but it's too hard to be alone and I slip up, letting people know too much, making them come a little closer, I begin to trust them a little better and maybe that's the mistake because then, these people, these same people will find a way to hurt me again.
Hedgehog's Dilemma. I cannot be too close to anyone because I'm afraid of getting hurt. I already feel broken, why do I have to let anyone else know? Why did I have to tell AC how much everything hurt? Why do I run away from my parents whenever they ask me why I looked the way I did? Why do I choose to write my problems away rather than talk about them? Because, Because, Because I cannot risk trusting anyone without them hurting me back. I made too many mistakes to have anyone trust me, I am a bad person who is not worth anyone's time. Does anyone know how much it hurts to know how alone it feels to have only your mistakes/regrets/faults as companions? To have people you care about, run away from you or betray you? Or worse, have them not care at all...
A Point of Reference... If life is defined by a point of reference, then I might not have one. I have nothing to hold on to because everything rapidly slips from my fingertips and I find myself tormented -yes- as I search for one. Maybe for some people, there are no point of references meant for them. They have to wander throughout life alone... ever searching for one... in the dark...
I wish life was a dream, so I can wake up kicking and screaming
Riding the Lightning
10:24 PM
Currently Playing: Tongue by Seether

I watched the RahXephon Movie yesterday after a year of searching. It was so sentimental that I felt my heart get heavy all of a sudden. It annoyed me a little because it was eating at me again -these mushy feelings of love- but it wasn't big compared to how incredibly sentimental I felt after watching it. I want to say that I deeply care for someone in my life but I won't really know unless I actually say it... or have it reciprocated. Carlos told us once (in a panel discussion about what is love) that love has to be "selfish" and it shouldn't be done in martyrdom. I use "selfish" because you need to have it given back and it shouldn't be done in martyrdom because love is meant to be reciprocated. If that's the case then, I have never loved anyone because no one has ever reciprocated. Sad fact isn't it? Well... 5am to 8am alone and watching the sunrise makes you think a lot.
I spent the whole day yesterday in 129 alone. None of my friends went there and no one was at home so I basically just sat there and played games, occassionally talking with friends in YM. Who were they hmmm... well there was Lynn (who forgot to give back the ELC manual I kind of needed hehe), AC (who is going to decide his shifting this weekend), Stanley (who I talked to about public transpo(?)), Joan (who I haven't spoken to for a long time), Charmie (who I asked about the SA field trip), RJ (my cousin who is apparently at my house) and finally Gerome! (who's my good friend who is also having some problems in acads). Well, I didn't know what exactly to talk to them about but I tried haha. I mean you know, just to talk. I didn't want anything from them (maybe except Lynn for the manual haha) I just wanted to see what was up, all the while realizing that it was harder than I expected to have a long conversation with anyone because everyone has stuff to do. I guess the only time you can really talk to someone is if you put them in a little box like what I did to myself haha.
Amazing what you find out if you think too much. You rant on and on and one right? Getting tired of reading? then I'll end it here now. Good Morning.
Riding the Lightning
8:09 AM
Fear of Failure
-Dream to Delirium, Sandman Brief Lives
The topic was fear of failing.
All of us have never experienced failure during our years prior to college. Everything had gone on an honor roll as far as we were concerned and yet college life has made this concept of failure a great reality to well, two of us. Aldrin and I almost failed ELC last semester while Marc and Carlos got high scores. The discussion basically went on about how it feels like to be that close to failure. Marc had not experienced such a thing, smart guy that he is, but the discussion eventually had me talking about how exactly it felt. We just came from a math test today and one of us just blanked out during the test. I wanted to make him feel better by sharing my own experiences of failure. I ought to be used to it by now... I'm an expert in regret and mistakes
I guess the first real failure I realized was this friendship with a certain girl that I liked. (Yes, I'm digging up old bones but when you're on a role, you're on a role) Things didn't work out because well, I admit it was my fault. I mistook a lot of things and selfishly thought about only myself. I let heart rule over mind during that time because I thought that's how a human being ought to be. I was wrong and I failed in that friendship. We do not talk to each other now.
Next probably is in terms of the home. I'm never the son/brother who I ought to be. I can't make my parents proud of me or have my brother respect me. I get scolded at for who knows what reasons or get criticized for being myself. I keep the pain inside and never open up to the rents creating a void between us. I hardly talk to them anything more than school and it eats at me day by day. I feel like I'm a disappointment and I failed in the expectations of me. I don't feel like I have a home at all.
My friends -past and present- I have failed the most. I have hurt people's feelings and destroyed relationships. I made them cry and hate me. All of which in the past... and yet, the remnants still echo to the present. I have turned into this former shadow of the Marty then. I lost the apathy and sheer insincerity I had for those around me and I rebuilt the friendships I ruined... at a cost. I get hurt a lot more now mainly because I still feel alone in my never-ending quest to seek absolution for what I have done. I absolve my crimes by being as good a guy that I can be and yet, I still feel that I am pretending to be someone I am not. Can I be really good? Am I a good guy?
The closest friends I have now are the ones who have always known me as a manipulator and a snake and they always give me their highest regard or an ear to talk to. Then, the friends I made now seem to want to only know the good guy: they want the favors I can do, the laughs I can bring, the things I can lend and leave it at that without really getting to know me any better. In short, I feel that I have become soft and let people walk over me in the guise of a friend. If I become an asshole again, these people would not become my friends anymore. Bet on it. I failed in seeing that.
The funny thing with failure is that it isn't the actual failing that scares you: it's the fear before it. You anticipate it and wait for it like a killer's silhoutte in your curtains. When the time comes and it is inevitable, (I quote Berk) you just have to dive and hope for the best that you catch your breath again. I live with my failures everyday but I try my best to keep them at bay to look forward to the new day. I think that's the right thing to do, don't you? Everyone has to fail in something sometime anyway.
I guess the quote I got from Sandman above makes sense. It's all about "happening" about moving forward. Things change, better or worse. Time is happening when you know that you have actually done something... whether it's a success or a failure.
Riding the Lightning
10:38 PM
Mistakes
I have known the basic fact of life back then in high school. You will always have your highs and lows. I accept that but I never expected lows to be so painful. Going back to my story, my dad had unleashed his temper once again and the shouting, the god-awful shouting that has haunted my childhood, rose once again like a bad memory. As he entered the house, he demanded to see my brother who was in the house the whole time. My brother never heard the doorbell ring or the telephone ring because he was preoccupied with who knows what. My dad was so mad when he got into the house. I ran up to the room right away. I knew if I stayed around I'd be to blamed also even if I did nothing but eventually, I was blamed as well.
After he finished scolding my brother with a flurry of curses, he called me down. In my head, I kept asking, what the hell did I do? I didn't do anything... Well, my dad asked me what I wanted to do so that we will be able to answer the doorbell. Apparently, it has always been a problem because we stay too much time in our room in the 3rd floor. Well.... DUH, it's our room. Where else do we have to stay? Does he want us to stay longer in the living room then? then what is the room, a place to sleep ONLY? The logic boggles me but "my" logic has NEVER been a factor in my dad's logic. My mom is right, he is stubborn. I gave up trying to talk logically with my dad a long time ago, I just swallowed my pride and obeyed yet even then, I get the blame for something I didn't do. He blamed me for my brother's mistake and he dug up the incident where I did the same thing. I have learned from that incident and I answer calls diligently but then the parenting technique here is to label you for your mistakes. Is that fair? No you may say but then, is life fair? No. So this, makes sense.
I think I've said this in so many entries that I've become sick of writing about it. But anyways...
I cried again today. I felt miserable. Once again, I get blamed for doing nothing. ONCE AGAIN. I wanted to go home, kick off my shoes and focus on the rest of hell week and this happens. The tears didn't stop flowing then. I felt so weak AGAIN. Once again, I am reminded of how miserable I really am. Beneath happy smiles, I am reminded of my demons and I buckle under them and tears begin to swell. But I know that no one would come to lend me a shoulder to lean on. I accept that fact. So I held the pain in and just locked it up within me. No one needs to trouble themselves for my sake.
I am just not worth it
I make mistakes, I'm only human but you don't have to point it out and rub it on my face. I have enough regrets already and I'm trying to live with myself everyday yet there will always be those who point, who remind me of the past. It's already too much for me to try to live a day without hating myself without someone reminding me of how much of a jerk, an asshole, A BAD FRIEND, a bastard, an inconsiderate jackass, a lazy sonuva--- , a bum, a loser, an ungrateful whelp I am. I don't need those comments thank you, I know who I am. But then my dad (and even a friend of mine) decides to tell me those things and it hurt me more than anything. I get blamed for doing something wrong, I get blamed for doing the right thing, I get blamed for doing nothing. What else is there for me to get blamed for? I guess everything you cannot accept as your mistake.
I know deep down, my dad hates me. He carries my skeletons in his closet and he uses them to remind me of how pathetic I really am. He gives me a room of my own yet where am I now? I'm in a storage place with the newly moved computer. This room is filled with boxes and old laundry. He gives me a computer only to confiscate it later on. Why bother right? He loves me enough to give me those things yet he hates me enough to take them away at the same time. I swear, I could almost sense that he never even wanted me to have a room. The excuse he has is that I am irresponsible... an excuse excessively exhausted for 19 years running but then, I have to take care of my brother as well. I am now responsible for him. If I am irresponsible why would you leave him to my care? Why can't you do it yourself? You go to Micole's HS interview and it seemed like you barely even knew your own son. If they ask you what kind of persons your sons are, you'd probably say every possible mistake we have done ever since we were born and never -never- even mention what we have achieved. My father knows me by my mistakes, he knows nothing about me.
If I am to live under the reality that I am a person defined by my mistakes, I find no reason to exist. I'd rather not to have live rather than to have lived for a mistake....
Riding the Lightning
7:09 PM
Re - D - sign
So what I did to calm myself when I got home was to look at my blog at first just as I have always done... I like getting comments you see. It's sort of a self-gratifying feeling to have your writings recognized. Sadly though, nothing new greeted me today, moreover, I didn't like seeing my blogs design anymore. It was dark yes and I like dark but it was a bit too angry dark. A bit too melancholy come to think about it so hehe, I changed it.
The theme of the new design is the RahXePhoN anime I have watched over the year. I don't know, I just like the series so much (maybe because of the kick ass songs) and hell, they've got a few really pretty wallpapers I can use. Purple and Black seems to rule the color scheme now instead of the gray and black back then. It's a better sight to see now in my honest opinion though there's the question of what to put in that blank space beneath. I'm still thinking about it and I'm willing to take suggestions.
That's about it then... Oasis day tomorrow... or as I call it, the Calm before the Storm
Riding the Lightning
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