Yesterday was quite a “blur—a stressful surreal blur.” And that was a joke. All of the events that happened yesterday contributed to the happiness that I was building up due to the unfortunate fact that my coverage was cancelled, and I have to go to school at 8 a.m. and wait until 2 p.m. for my Lit class.
First, with my coming early to school I chanced upon Sooey-love (who is a super awesome poet) and asked her if she could teach me how to (dougie) write a poem—-decently. And she affirmed! (yehey!) I made her read my poem and let her critique it. She said that adjectives should be transformed into images (to which I finally and fully grasped, I suppose). I edited my poem and she said that the revision worked better than the first one. Then she tried to write my poem in her own style, I’m telling you man, that girl’s got style! The images she that drew using the words that my poem spoke of pierced through my skin and I could feel the emotions that I wrote. Then she told me that: “poetry is the economy of words, honey.” (And I was like, yeah, but I didn’t understand it at first, but hey, I got it when she repeated it…in a much more layman’s term-manner.)
Then on Lit class, for the first time, Mam Suzie stood up and roamed around the room during recitation. It was a really cool moment for me (insert sMILES here). Lit is one of the most “kick-ass” and most “cathartic” subjects for me. It makes me feel serene. It’s like listening to the sound of the piano, the violin, the erhu and some korean instruments which sounds really pleasant (reshape it into an image).
Then we celebrated Kim’s birthday and ate at Chowking (God why do these people love to eat at the same restaurant over and over again?!) and went to the videoke shop and sang our hearts out. We initially planned to make a second album after a two years but Gervie Kay was not around, so we opted not to. It made me miss Survivor, but it was all worth it!
I went home feeling better because my measles are far from getting worse and are somewhat entering the gates of the Elysian Fields.
Thank God for this. :)
I remember last week that my classmate shouted: “epal, epal” to my comments. Whereas, she is more “epal” than me when it comes to commenting on other people’s answers. Funny how people would not want to be outdone. Just a thought. =)
“Na ang pag-ibig ay laging pabigay. At walang dapat ipaghinayang sa mga mawawala sa pagpili sa minamahal, dahil mananatili naman ang mga dapat manatili.” -Ma’am Fleurdeliz Albela during Ma’am Aissa’s Eulogy.
Kapag sobrang lapit mo sa isang kaibigan, matututunan mo siyang mahalin. Kaya wag kang lalapit masyado sa isang kaibigan mo. Baka kasi mahalin mo siya tapos ‘yun pala para sa kanya, isang kaibigan ka lang niya.
”No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand”
I just want a playful relationship. A relationship not based on all seriousness, but just being able to call them names, be mean to each other, & insult each other without actually meaning any of it. Having a relationship where you’re not always calling each other babe, baby, boo, cupcake, etc, those are what many people strive to have. It’s not everyday where you’ll find someone who’s willing to just be in a relationship where after many playful fights they’ll still like you & come to you for a hug and a kiss. Relationships like these seem rare & hard to find.