Mar 1, 2009

learn to appreciate the art of being alone

1:00 pm. Saturday(yesterday at the gazebo at school). lunch? yes.
i get to be alone for some time. i do like the feeling of being alone at times. it gives me time to think of things that i often miss, simple things that can easily be forgotten.

it's been long since i last ate lumpia shangai (uhhm?). i prefer to have the lumpia from Dencia's. or maybe it's the only place i remember eating them and can still remember the taste. one thing i miss. oh yea.

i haven't read a book since the year started. you know, novels and the like (not textbooks, of course). I'm thinking of buying a new book. I'm just not sure what it would be. maybe it's time for me to go to bookstores and do the hunting myself. the question is: do i have the cash to buy one? i bet.

even before college started, i was already imagining myself not having close friends at all. a 'loner' maybe. yea. i was expecting myself to be one, but unfortunately, it didn't happen. having close friends was far from what i expected, even a best friend was way, way out of my imagination. i was not even looking for one in the first place. not desperate to have one.

i wonder why leaves turn yellow when they're about to fall. why can't they just stay where they are and keep themselves green? so ya. i'm not good in plants and stuff like chlorophyll and blah blah pigmentation, but i do love plants.

I've been thinking of taking another course after i finish management accounting. i might want to study biology. umm. nope. chemistry maybe? a big NO. fine arts? i love art, but the feeling is just not mutual.

i wanna have a car.

sometimes, i believe that I'm a good person. i can easily get along with different people. but looking back at the past, i would strongly disagree. i haven't been good enough. never been good enough.

I've always wanted to have a good cam.  and always envied camera houses or whatever you call those stores selling cameras. i wanna steal all those great cams that they have.

before, i didn't like the idea of having a third sex in this world. but now, i actually don't care. these people have their one lives, so why give a damn about them?
i mean, gays are fine. well, gays are great! very talented and intelligent. i do love them. i just don't like some gays who think that they're superior over the others, you know. and some don't even care if they're already stepping on someone or hurting others' feelings because of their tactlessness. the rude ones.
lesbians? they're fine. i just don't know how to deal with them because i haven't had any close friends that are lesbians. some just irritate me. they feel like they're more manly than straight men. c'mon, why do you have to open your books while sitting/riding PUVs/jeepneys or whatever and feel like you have balls in between? i just hate it when you occupy toooooo much space.
but i do have nothing against you.

i don't know how to dispose trash properly.

i wanna see how things rot. leaves, the human body, garbage, biodegradable stuff. i think it's cool.

sometimes, i prefer Go Nuts over Krispy Kreme. but sometimes, i don't.

i love my mum. i love my dad. yea.

i wonder how it feels like to become bald. like having no hair on my head at all. i might like the feeling after all.

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