Thursday, July 20, 2006
The Dreamers Disease
My foot does not separate from the ground
I'm simply afraid
I'm afraid to fly to the sky
Because I'm used to the ground,
The sky is an unfamiliar place
Don't I have the wings?
Wasn't I a dreamer before?
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Its as if it was meant for me to hear it. Early in the day I talked to a teacher and out of the blue (well not really, he was kind of interviewing me or something) asked me what my ambition was. It just struck me that here it is a few more years and I'll be out in the real world. My head started asking questions "What the heck am I going to do?" "Am I going to survive?" It was like an engine started working again. Reality slapped me in the face, it was like a hot coal searing through my skin, so I answered him the very thing I've been planning once I graduate. I've been planning to be a chef, not those chefs in Food Network ahahaha I'm not that ambitious ahaha just an ordinary chef, who, one day may own her own restaurant and travel the world. I'll be satisfied if I accomplished all that.
Time flies soooo fast, I remember the days when I kid around about wanting to be a chef and here I am planning to be one. Being a chef maybe my dream I don’t know. I've got to admit I have my doubts. The poem is unfinished there is another part but I can't seem to find it, the last part may give me the confidence I need to pursue my aspirations. You'll never know what you'll turn out to be. I might turn into the very thing I despise. I can’t plan everything. Something might happen for me to have a change in heart.
6:49 PM
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Challenge
Blah I started my AP class and it's as if I wasn't there at all. My mind kept flying. I love the fact that we discuss things but it's beginning to annoy me. It's understandable that we get loads of homework especially essays, I expected it to be like that. He just confuses me. He throws in questions, too many questions, during discussions that he doesn't wait for us to respond. It annoys me, big time! I didn't get his instructions on what to put on the paragraph that he wanted us to write. The good thing about him is that no matter how simple it is that you wrote; he makes it sound incredible when he comments on it. BUT WHY DO I KEEP DAYDREAMING?! Well it's not really daydreaming I just blank out, I just lose myself without any reason I don't even know what I'm thinking. This is a challenge for me ahahaha. I admit I'm not a very good writer. Thus, I am challenging myself to be an exemplary writer or a satisfactory one ahahaha. It's the second day so I'm hoping that I'll catch up. I'll edit this once I have time ahahahaha
9:29 PM
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Star light Star bright
Someone once asked me why I kept looking up the sky; maybe because I rarely go out during the night and I would like to see the stars. My bed is beside the window, and before I go to sleep I seriously look out the window and look for stars. However, I can't see anything since the tree is blocking my view ahahaha. Hence, I look at the sky each time I get the chance. The sunset always amazes me. I always see it everyday since the sun is facing my window ahahaha. Although, it's making me go crazy these days since it's making my room very hot ahahaha. The afternoon sky reminds me of my high school days back in the Philippines. When we had the chance, my friends and I would go to McDonalds or this restaurant called Tollhouse. It reminds me of the clear sky and the breeze during the afternoon (including HFA's unique smell, If you're not a familian you wouldn't know what I'm saying ahahaha).
Oh how I wish to relive those days ahahaha excuse me for being so melodramatic. While the Morning sky and the crisp air (Because of the humid and smog it is very rare to breath in the fresh air) reminds me that each day is a new beginning. I haven't seen any stars for quite some time now. Each time I go out, I see four or five stars. That is very few if you ask me. When I was a kid my parents woke us all up and made us go to the garden, so we did and we saw shooting stars, it was magnificent. I think it is very unusual to see the sky full of stars. Because of all the pollution or the clouds or maybe it's not my luck to see the stars after all I rarely go out.
9:39 PM
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Collision
After going through my stuff, I found a little notebook in my closet. Inside it were quotes that I, apparently, got from "Tuesdays with Moorie" I can't say that the book made an impact on my life. It's a great book if ever you're looking for one. "All of us are afraid of being forgotten" I wrote down this quote in bold letters. I read this book when I was new here in the U.S. It might have made an impression to me when I read it. When I moved here, I felt sad and alone. I terribly missed my friends and my family back home. I was afraid that they'll forget everything about me. I suddenly thought did I ever make an impact on their lives for them to remember me by. I admit I was afraid that they'll replace me, after all we are all afraid that something or someone might replace us if we are not there to fill in the space that we used to occupy. Come to think of it some of my closes friends are still by side while some simply moved on. It's their lost since I'm not part of their lives now (kapal ahahahaha). We all have to move on whether we like it or not; some of the people in the previous section of our life might not be part of it, we still have to move on in order to live our lives (that sounded a bit old? It sounded like an old man said it ahahaha). That's enough drama for today ahahaha.
10:39 PM
SOMETHING
-Music is my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness-
-It is cruel you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain, of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony -
-Maybe... maybe emotions become so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.-
-When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares-
-Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or lifetime is certain for those who are friends-
-In every human heart is a place where you put your broken dreams. When something doesn't work out, no matter what it may be, you just have to give it up and stuff it In with your other broken dreams. And make sure to keep the lid tight-
-Life's complexities are also life's source of beauty. We should all have to cry at one point to appreciate how it feels to laugh again, and crumble down and be broken so that you can be whole again-
-Words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out-
-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-
-We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love-