School, Love, Writing posted at 3:42 PM
Saturday, April 2, 2011
I’m deprived of writing for months and it feels good in a way that words were out of my reach for sometime. Somehow, the hiatus made me think of ideas I haven’t focused myself last year. My mind without writing was filled with thoughts about college, life, friends, and family ties. It is no doubt that I’m a senior high school student and will be graduating on the 6th of April. Yes, my school is like the last in the country to hold its commencement exercises.
A typical high school senior carries a typical college course confusion. I may thought of being a doctor, a lawyer, a chef, an ambassador, or a news reporter in the past; But with my lack of money and knowledge and with circumstances fogging my path, those professions wouldn’t come in handy anymore. One of these days, they’ll fade like whispers in the wind and when I turn a lot older than I am now, I wouldn’t speak of frustration and guilt for not being able to accomplish my childhood dreams. For now, I’m thinking of majoring in business administration, English, or education. Choosing one from the three will take me somewhere I haven’t envisioned myself. Ever. But who knows what will happen tomorrow? Who knows if I’ll be playing numbers in a bank or in a company, or I’ll be playing with kids at school? The future holds it. I can’t say anything in behalf of the future ‘cause it might be sued with libel.
I think I might just pour out everything I have in mind now because I don’t know when will I write again. The lazy bum is always having a writer’s block.
My life had been dramatic since high school started. When I welcomed hardcore subjects and love to enter my soul, it seemed like everyday was a battlefield, that I was left behind, and that I was a good-for-nothing folk. School for me, was so similar with hell. I wanted to get out but I stayed still and didn’t become a rebel because I wanted to graduate, at least. So I would have a future, and my life wouldn’t be as messy as garbage.
With love, I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. Day and night, I thought about my dream guy. I bet he wasn’t my dream guy. I was just drawn to him. He wasn’t the ideal type but he went through the strainer as if he was. And I’ve reached that point when I cried at night because of someone. When I’m swept off my feet, I can’t help myself but be possessive that even if I don’t own the person, I don’t like him hanging around with someone from the opposite sex. Well, that possessiveness was kept within my head to toe. I wouldn’t dare tell him. Jealousy, envy, and hatred has invaded me a lot of times that I can’t say any accurate figure now. I am not branding myself obsessive but I’ve loved a person so much that he’s my breakfast, my lunch, my dinner, and my snack in between. I fell so damn hard for him and fell so damn hard onto the ground also because of him. Admiring him isn’t healthy at all ‘cause rumors of him liking different girls were everywhere and it made me feel like I was being pricked by needles every time I heard them.
Maybe my emotional behaviour roots from the fact that I had never been in a relationship, or that in my four years in high school, I had never been courted by anyone out of those thousands of people. I just want to love and be loved in return. That’s the proper way to describe it.
I want to say more, but I ran out of words. Besides, I don’t write lengthy posts. Even my essays in school aren’t lengthy. I write short literary, which leaves my reader understand the story told.
Labels: life, love, writing
School, Love, Writing posted at 3:42 PM
Saturday, April 2, 2011
I’m deprived of writing for months and it feels good in a way that words were out of my reach for sometime. Somehow, the hiatus made me think of ideas I haven’t focused myself last year. My mind without writing was filled with thoughts about college, life, friends, and family ties. It is no doubt that I’m a senior high school student and will be graduating on the 6th of April. Yes, my school is like the last in the country to hold its commencement exercises.
A typical high school senior carries a typical college course confusion. I may thought of being a doctor, a lawyer, a chef, an ambassador, or a news reporter in the past; But with my lack of money and knowledge and with circumstances fogging my path, those professions wouldn’t come in handy anymore. One of these days, they’ll fade like whispers in the wind and when I turn a lot older than I am now, I wouldn’t speak of frustration and guilt for not being able to accomplish my childhood dreams. For now, I’m thinking of majoring in business administration, English, or education. Choosing one from the three will take me somewhere I haven’t envisioned myself. Ever. But who knows what will happen tomorrow? Who knows if I’ll be playing numbers in a bank or in a company, or I’ll be playing with kids at school? The future holds it. I can’t say anything in behalf of the future ‘cause it might be sued with libel.
I think I might just pour out everything I have in mind now because I don’t know when will I write again. The lazy bum is always having a writer’s block.
My life had been dramatic since high school started. When I welcomed hardcore subjects and love to enter my soul, it seemed like everyday was a battlefield, that I was left behind, and that I was a good-for-nothing folk. School for me, was so similar with hell. I wanted to get out but I stayed still and didn’t become a rebel because I wanted to graduate, at least. So I would have a future, and my life wouldn’t be as messy as garbage.
With love, I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. Day and night, I thought about my dream guy. I bet he wasn’t my dream guy. I was just drawn to him. He wasn’t the ideal type but he went through the strainer as if he was. And I’ve reached that point when I cried at night because of someone. When I’m swept off my feet, I can’t help myself but be possessive that even if I don’t own the person, I don’t like him hanging around with someone from the opposite sex. Well, that possessiveness was kept within my head to toe. I wouldn’t dare tell him. Jealousy, envy, and hatred has invaded me a lot of times that I can’t say any accurate figure now. I am not branding myself obsessive but I’ve loved a person so much that he’s my breakfast, my lunch, my dinner, and my snack in between. I fell so damn hard for him and fell so damn hard onto the ground also because of him. Admiring him isn’t healthy at all ‘cause rumors of him liking different girls were everywhere and it made me feel like I was being pricked by needles every time I heard them.
Maybe my emotional behaviour roots from the fact that I had never been in a relationship, or that in my four years in high school, I had never been courted by anyone out of those thousands of people. I just want to love and be loved in return. That’s the proper way to describe it.
I want to say more, but I ran out of words. Besides, I don’t write lengthy posts. Even my essays in school aren’t lengthy. I write short literary, which leaves my reader understand the story told.
Labels: life, love, writing
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I dream a lot. I have a lot of dreams in life.. Dreams that may or may not be accomplished in my lifetime.
I speak. I write. I remain silent. They are the only things I can do to express what I feel, dropping off the idea that I do them all by myself. Usually.
I love. I have formulated a lot of theories involving the latter based on my own experiences.. Experiences that I, solely was the one involved. So, they remain as theories. I can't make a conclusion out of it.
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