God gave us abundance of everything we ever needed and it’s up to us how to use it but we are held responsible of our deeds. In my case, I am blessed with loving family, good friends, self-proclaimed talents and I’m pretty sure there’s more to come. But aside from these, there is one thing I claim to be the most important in my life.
I’d say it is the pen and paper. I believe that writing is a healthy outlet for my feelings in a way that I don’t get myself into trouble or anyone else hurt. I write of the things that make my day and escape from a devastating event, mostly, in form of songs. By then I won’t get mad for a long time. I, too, speak out my point of view in issues, not by just saying it out loud, but as well as writing it. I also let my imagination get off my head through drawing which I find very effective to enhance my skills and at the same time enjoy my free time alone. I also have fun sketching places I dream of going and things that I want to happen in my life. Whenever I feel rejected or aloof, I make it to a point that I don’t get lonely because life is too short to spend half of it in grief. And in writing or just simple scribbling, I come up with a good relief from my dilemmas.And somehow, I wish to be a big part of history through making noise with only a pen and paper which shall raise the concern of the many. I really hope someday I will.
June 6, 2009, the date set to give me another chance to improve myself. Southwestern University had the same feel since i last visited it. It's only that there were more foreign aliens than familiar faces. There was a little rush inside me but it wasn't like it was when i was younger; less impure. But still, I felt like i was at home; a place i'm comfortable moving in.
When i first saw the group of people that i know i'll be dealing with for the whole semester, my expectations fell apart. Most of them were from places i've never been and they were far; very far from the city, from the lifestyle I'm used to. I'm not being mean but i just wanted to meet people i can relate to. And then weeks passed by and i learned to like these people. They were not what i wanted but they were way better; less corrupt, not ignorant; less complicated, not demeaning. They had simple wants and were happy to get their simple needs.
They've done nothing to me but they gave me a realization that smiling over the littlest things, such as a piece of bread, is way better than owning the biggest of companies; being famous; having every'thing' you want. Not that these things are no good compared to a piece of bread, but of the thought that there's contentment having that bread and a smile knowing that it can be shared anytime without losing anything but greed.
I've also learned that nobody is less to anyone. We are all made up of mud made to life, and we'll all be back to ashes in the end. Not bigger, not smaller. Not smarter, Not challenged. Not stronger, not weaker. Not richer, not poorer. Not more, not less. Because we'll all be judged fairly. Some will be rewarded, though most will perish. But in the end, we'll pay.
yeah yeah..i know.. i have graduated already but that doesn't mean i can't work with the editorial staff any longer!haha But hopefully, we'll have this year's issue printed by next month! *sigh* a lot of work on this issue! I did a short story, a poem (no problemo!haha), the cover story, and a feature article, not to mention the cover layout and comic strips! waaaaaaaa! i'm not done with the final touches yet but i feel accomplished already! lol.. anyway, i hafta sleep now..i got loads of other businesses to deal with tomorrow! :D
I saw a spider, I didn't scream 'Cause I can belch the alphabet, just double-dog-dare me And I chose guitar over ballet And I'll take these suckers down, 'cause they just get in my way
The way you look at me Is kinda like a little sister You high-five your goodbyes And it leaves me nothing but blisters
So I don't wanna be one of the boys, one of your guys Just give me a chance to prove to you tonight That I just wanna be one of the girls Pretty in pearls, not one of the boys
So over summer, something changed I started reading "Seventeen" and shaving my legs, And I study "Lolita" religously. And I walked right into school and caught you staring at me
'Cause I know what you know But now you're gonna have to take a number It's okay, maybe one day But not until you give me my diamond ring
'Cause I don't wanna be one of the boys, one of your guys Just give me a chance to prove to you tonight That I just wanna be your homecoming queen Their poster dream, not one of the boys
I wanna be a flower, not a dirty weed I wanna smell like roses, not a baseball team And I swear maybe one day You're gonna wanna make out, make out, make out with me
(Don't wanna be) Don't wanna be (Don't wanna be) Don't wanna be (Don't wanna be)
'Cause I don't wanna be one of the boys, one of your guys Just give me a chance to prove to you tonight That I just wanna be one of the girls Pretty in pearls, not one of the boys
I had my first 'visita iglesia' experience the other night. We first went to Sto. Rosario Church, with my family, for a mass. Then we stopped over a fastfood **Jollibee to fill up.
Then we (with my sis) separated ways. They went straight back home while we bought snacks and drinks at a nearby grocery. We then meet-up ate Mimi and kuya Kiko at the Guadalupe church where we started to pray the first two Stations of the cross. Here are the following churches we went to then:
Capitol Parish - Stations III and IV St. Therese Church - Stations V and VI San Carlos Seminary - Stations VII and VIII Carmelite - Stations Stations IX and X Mabolo Church - the remaining 4 stations
sheesh..i was thinking what day it is today, that's soo not good coz i can't remember x(
anyways..i haven't posted for a long time.(4 months is a long time!) but i don't wanna make this long. I just wanna post essential events for the past couple months of my life. The PC's motherboard broke down, actually, and that's one good reason why i couldn't even check my blogs. and now i hope it's back for good.
I just graduated last month**thrill! lels ..and i miss my folks there. My highschool was really something i will never forget nor regret! Though most of my friends are going to the same school as i am, i know it won't be the same anymore. I thought of taking up HRM since it's what i thought was nearest to the course i wanted, Fine Arts. i'd love to take that course but financial problems forbid me from doing so. But i understand these stances, well atleast i can still go to a private college.
But when i asked a friend to ask about Fine Arts in USC, she blurted something about advertisement and painting majors. And just when i heard of it, MASS COMMUNICATIONS came out of my mind. And yeah, your right, i'm taking that up. It's not that i want to be a reporter or an anchor. I just wanna be a journalist or write things that matter. And i really really really want to be a part of the movie-industry or even in indie films. But i'm not putting out chances of working in a radio station with those statements. xp ! i'd love to be a DJ soon.haha
I'm also a part of the school mag..as you might have seen in my older posts. And now we're still trying to compile and arrange stuff there. I've passed a short story already..and i've a got poem here too..But now i'm working on a feature article. It's about 10 fundamentals in changing the world from Gandhi's words of wisdom. I'm done making the 4th one now. I saw it online..and i'm just going to change all of the writer's paragraphs and use Gandhi's and make my own instead. It's quite interesting and i've learned to love Gandhi's words. It's just so calm. lels..haha
anyhoo..IT's lenten season today and i'm going with ate shak and her friends for 'visitacion', as much as i could remember, that's what they said.
