Have you been to batch reunions? We went to my dad's civil engineers' reunion yesterday and although I didn't know anyone and there really wasn't much to do, watching old friends catching up with each others' lives was actually quite fun...and scary.
Years from now, it's us who'll be having our own reunions. What stories will I be telling? Where have I traveled? Will I actually go to the reunion or be too embarrassed to show up if I'm not successful enough by that time? Or maybe, those are not the questions that would matter. Will I have a good life?
Monday, July 16, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
middle of my frustrated fears
Who ever thought French profs can make you reminisce about high school? During French class earlier, after answering her correctly, Madame Berdardino asked me:
B: Did you ever take up French before?
Proud Me: Yes, in high school.
B: I see..
(then after hearing someone else ask me if I was from Zobel)
B: Ah you're from Zobel? Do you know Madame Nenette Brenner?
M: Oh my God, you know her?!
I guess that's how acquainted French-speaking Pinays are.
_ _ _
"So many things to do, so little time." The overused words cannot be more apt to how I'm feeling now. I want to try out so many things--more than my tired body can handle. Most of the days since I'm-not-sure-when, I have my thoughts on boxing. Or gloveless punching. Or anything similar to jabbing onto something hard. Like a wall. Yes, a concrete wall.
And that's how I suddenly forgot about trying out new things. 'Coz here's another side of it.
Two days ago, quite insanely, I hit the wall and got a bad bruise on my knuckles. I forgot why I did, but most of the time that I feel like hurting my hand, it's because I'm keeping myself from saying something that'd disturb my peaceful conversations with people.
Okay, enough of drama. Je me sens fatigue. A bientot.. (I'm tired. See you soon..)
B: Did you ever take up French before?
Proud Me: Yes, in high school.
B: I see..
(then after hearing someone else ask me if I was from Zobel)
B: Ah you're from Zobel? Do you know Madame Nenette Brenner?
M: Oh my God, you know her?!
I guess that's how acquainted French-speaking Pinays are.
"So many things to do, so little time." The overused words cannot be more apt to how I'm feeling now. I want to try out so many things--more than my tired body can handle. Most of the days since I'm-not-sure-when, I have my thoughts on boxing. Or gloveless punching. Or anything similar to jabbing onto something hard. Like a wall. Yes, a concrete wall.
And that's how I suddenly forgot about trying out new things. 'Coz here's another side of it.
Two days ago, quite insanely, I hit the wall and got a bad bruise on my knuckles. I forgot why I did, but most of the time that I feel like hurting my hand, it's because I'm keeping myself from saying something that'd disturb my peaceful conversations with people.
Okay, enough of drama. Je me sens fatigue. A bientot.. (I'm tired. See you soon..)
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
on reco letters and my not-so-good history
i should be writing my brother a recollection letter now, but something came up. as i was looking for a nice envelope to use, i saw and read through past reco letters from my classmates in zobel. grade school until high. and here is one particular letter that bothered me:
there. i'd rather not write who it's from. this one's from grade school days.. and.. well.. was i that mean?! shoot.
i've forever been a small girl. and i once was a small girl and a bully at the same time, but not that i regret it 100%. frankly, it's a bit of a relief to know that i wasn't at the losing end. still, it's not something to be proud of. and for that, i am truly sorry.. so to you: i hope you could read this, that is, if you still remember what you wrote me.
Dear Rachel,
Hapi Reco...kung pwede lang talaga, pls. TAMA NA. Minsan lang talaga naiisip ko, bakit lang ako nandito sa mundo e kung mga tao sa paligid ko thinks I'm a big joke? Last year, last, last year...Paulit ulit na lang! Kung pwede lang, kasi, feel ko di na ko nabubuhay ng maayos kasi pinagtatawanan na rin ako...Pero, sometimes, nafoforgive na kita. Like nung ginawa nyo nung Saturday. But it hurts me pag inuulit ulit kasi nararamdaman ko talaga na joke lang talaga ako. So pls. Please. Stop. Please lang talaga. I still consider you as a friend. Nalaman ko na pwede pala kita maging friend nung 1st Quarter. So alam ko, you could be a friend. Thank you. At least, na OK pa tayo mag-usap. Happy Reco and God Bless...
there. i'd rather not write who it's from. this one's from grade school days.. and.. well.. was i that mean?! shoot.
i've forever been a small girl. and i once was a small girl and a bully at the same time, but not that i regret it 100%. frankly, it's a bit of a relief to know that i wasn't at the losing end. still, it's not something to be proud of. and for that, i am truly sorry.. so to you: i hope you could read this, that is, if you still remember what you wrote me.
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