my freaking life
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Apr
12

after four days in saint paul pasig, i’m missing the long walks under the bright shining heat of the sun. i miss our fourth floor room. i miss all the loud laughs before bed time. i miss sleeping late at night talking of all useless stuff just to be able to stay awake. i miss waking up early in the morning of being too tired to go to the bathroom. i miss the unending efforts made in pursue of a great bathroom with no line. i miss talking endlessly just to be able to make new friends with no awkward silence. i miss the unexplainable food and the friendships formed.  i miss all the insanity made, the insane representations, feeling a little both embarrassed and proud when shouting “go st. paul”, complaining how bad the food is, why the juices is not even cold, and how we always are in the morning. i miss it all.  i still wouldn’t want to go back yet. i’m still fond of it all. but then, everything else had to end. of course they do. its stupid isn’t it?

Mar
27

well yeah. you can most probably say that life is full of shit. i do believe that too. but it just hurts to admit that maybe, most probably, i chose the wrong friends. sure, one would find good memories here and there, bonds that seem untouchable that reflect our superiority, but behind the walls of the elite are vulnerable people in workmanship of unknowingly destroying each other’s lives and relationship. within us are people set about by their differences. it has been long ago when all we did was fun and no foul play. today, judgmental and ignorant people are on the loose. dragging each other down was never the plan that was brought about by jealousy and ignorance on how to mind their own business . we were never like these. we had simple lives and that whatever each do, the others support. and it’s just that things still are not what they seem to be. there’s still always that looking beyond thing.

Mar
26

not that i even care, but today, i slept the whole world out. i haven’t stepped out our screen doors and just staring beyond the windows, i really see nothing in particular to be amused of. it has been a year ago that i saw someone when i went outside on a sunny day to check the mailbox. it was also summer then, the heat and boredom was getting on my nerves so i decided to go outside. with the irritating roar of the tricycle, i turned to look.. and then i saw someone. he caught my attention but the sad thing is, i never saw him again even if i tried so hard though not to the point of desperation. just another boring day!