Friday, June 25, 2010

Much Ado About Non-Existent Things

In my defense, I don't know where the hell that previous post came from. I guess there still exists a part in me that likes to blab sentimental stuff out loud. But who freaking cares anyway? I'm dealing with an imaginary audience here.

And so, with about four hours of sleep relative to yesterday's very lethargic afternoon when God pulled my eyelids up to hit right smack in my face that I do have a life and should start moving my ass around, I'm gonna tell you how my week went. My mom got me in the mood to write again by citing my exemplary writing skills while driving our way home, as she fetched me from our dormitory at friggin five in the morning. My phone started ringing as early as 4:50 and I hurriedly gathered my stuff and my sister's stuff. Getting up wasn't the challenge, actually. I was awake since yesterday's lazy afternoon, so you would see that I practically just have to stand up, carry the bags, and ride the elevator down to the lobby.

And who the hell would know that waking up the lady security guard would be the ultimate obstacle? Not me, of course. The previous guards were awake and/or will be awake upon your first mutter. But this one, oh God, I don't know what she nibbled or drank before she passed out, but she better stop the intake of such. See, the gate of the dormitory closes at 12AM and reopens at 5AM. The guards are the ones who get to lock the gate and consequently keep the key to wherever she wants, but I'm guessing that the butt crack is a hot spot. I muttered to wake her up, but she's immovable. I poked her with my left forefinger for about 20 times and to my delight (even if I expected it to eventually occur seven minutes ago) she arose and opened the gate.

So, back to my week.

I've been having three school days (out of the normal four or five) ever since the previous week. Holidays and whatnot kept kicking in, and I don't really know if that is the right reason to celebrate and all. I mean, less school days, oooh, what a joy. But my God, it's making me more torpid than I ever was. Sayang ang momentum. It's like running on 120 in EDSA then being abruptly stopped by an MMDA traffic officer for a number coding offense or something stupid.

Aside from the recurring holidays, professors are also becoming to be such a headache. Not actually in the sense that they're giving us a truckload of schoolworks, just like any merciless professor would do, but surprisingly, it's the contrary. They're not showing up! See, I have this awfully unusual excitement to learn new stuff, specifically from my electronic and electrical majors. I'm in that rare stage in a college student's life where my interest to my major subjects are sky high. I mean, come on, the topic of diodes already wakes me up during ELETRO1 (Basic Electronics 1), what more if we already discuss the succeeding topics? I studied Java porgramming during the summer break in preparation for CPEPROG (Advanced Computer Programming) yet much to my dismay, we're still not playing around with Netbeans. It's like having to learn the C language all over again but this time, there's no freaking instructor.

For those of you who are from Peyups and shrugging your respective 'so what?' reactions because this happens all the freaking time to all of you, these professors do not even give us topics to study to compensate for those times that they're not gonna be around. Yes, syllabi do exist, but hell like we know if our professor is gonna skip a topic because they're cool like that.

Haaay. I'll shut up na lang. It's not like they're gonna appear right in front of me now to give me the lecture that I've been wanting to have since weeks ago. And besides, they're cool as hell anyway. My professor is one of the founders/promoters of the much-oggled IntelliPen.

I guess that's just how life roll.

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My mom asked the golden question while driving us home.

"How come you write really well? Wala namang writers sa angkan natin ah."

Mom, I'm not a writer. If you ask me to write a formal paper or a column or simply whatever, I'll write crap. I just happen to be good at playing around with satire and toothless humor like I truly am in real life.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Someday

You're the one that got away.

Yes, I know that.

Yes, I am aware that I may have probably made the dumbest decision of my life; to let you go.

To break free from your love and affection,

To stop this whole nonsense whirlwind of a blind romance,

To let you go.

Yet now, I'm a smarter person.

I know that I'm in love with him, and he's my life.

I know that forever may be such a gargantuan choice of word to describe how much I want him, need him, like him;

But he's all that to me.

And though it would have appeared before that you were my forever, I'm putting a halt to the perennial silence.

You're not, and never will be.

Someday is a blue moon.

And when it appears again, kismet is to decide if it's our time.

But for now, and for as long as time permits us so,

My heart will always be for him, as it really was back then.

Back when I wasn't sure of with you.

Someday.