It’s mid-December and I only have one entry still.
My days are extremely occupied with works that should be dealt with first; and this is in-line with my attempt to do better this semester. Although as early as now, I am a bit off course already.
While my body is slowly wearing out, my mind never runs out of things to write about. Good thing, I scribble them down every time for fear that these thoughts would sneak out eventually.
I had a few shots of going into details and complicating them through this blog, but obviously, nothing’s a success.
Looking at my list of themes and topics to write about, I spotted something. Lately, I have been practicing a lot of hating.
Rude and offensive jeepney drivers, bad-mannered garage sale hunters, a friend turned arrogant and social-climber, a grammar error prone pretending to be smart and trying her hardest to be noticed, a self-seeking and ill-bred project head - are leading my list. I hate them so much that I wanted to write each an entry.
Hating is something I would never want to do everyday. It’s not something I do that I get pleasure from. I don’t want to hate, as much as possible. Or, I keep the hating to myself usually. Yet the part of me that is in-hate right now is blaring and screaming.
The hating is eating my whole body up. One of these days, I wish I can after all write them down, and hopefully, the hating will flee from my system.
My days are extremely occupied with works that should be dealt with first; and this is in-line with my attempt to do better this semester. Although as early as now, I am a bit off course already.
While my body is slowly wearing out, my mind never runs out of things to write about. Good thing, I scribble them down every time for fear that these thoughts would sneak out eventually.
I had a few shots of going into details and complicating them through this blog, but obviously, nothing’s a success.
Looking at my list of themes and topics to write about, I spotted something. Lately, I have been practicing a lot of hating.
Rude and offensive jeepney drivers, bad-mannered garage sale hunters, a friend turned arrogant and social-climber, a grammar error prone pretending to be smart and trying her hardest to be noticed, a self-seeking and ill-bred project head - are leading my list. I hate them so much that I wanted to write each an entry.
Hating is something I would never want to do everyday. It’s not something I do that I get pleasure from. I don’t want to hate, as much as possible. Or, I keep the hating to myself usually. Yet the part of me that is in-hate right now is blaring and screaming.
The hating is eating my whole body up. One of these days, I wish I can after all write them down, and hopefully, the hating will flee from my system.
4 comments:
hmmm...
namimiss ko 2loy yung mga times nung hs when we just talk about people and things we love to hate..
hehe
mis yah, pinx!
hmmm...
namimiss ko 2loy yung mga times nung hs when we just talk about people and things we love to hate..
hehe
mis yah, pinx!
hmmm...
namimiss ko 2loy yung mga times nung hs when we just talk about people and things we love to hate..
hehe
mis yah, pinx!
hmmm...
namimiss ko 2loy yung mga times nung hs when we just talk about people and things we love to hate..
hehe
mis yah, pinx!
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