Sunday, February 1, 2009
Literary Piece? Guess NOT
Literary Piece?? Guess Not =)
Sometimes it gives me the creeps why I always think about my life story. . . Even how much I reason that its boring, I still feel the need to analyze the bits and pieces of it. Minsan naiisip ko, dapat yung isang araw ng existence ko eh i-feature sa Jessica Soho o sa Hiraya Manawari. (o diba, ang kapal talga ng muka ko.) Hehe. It’s like from time to time, I think the world is about me. (Kapal ng muka—Level 2).
Hindi kami mayaman, hindi din ako mabait, madalas ang I.Q. ko mababa at lalong hindi rin ako kagandahan (yun yon eh..haha). Wala naman talaga akong maipagmamalaki. Sometimes I feel sharing heaps of me to everyone, wala nga lang akong ma-share dahil nga hindi ako mayaman, matalino, mabait, at kagandahan.
Anyways, I strongly feel the need to tell my ever boring, ever dull and uninteresting stories. Haha. Miserably, I always have a bleak memory. Sadly a young mind in the age of 19 years, whose suppose to work at its best, somehow managed to manifest the symptoms of an early dementia. (Exagerating lang ako, makakalimutin lang talaga ako, pero OA din ang memory gap ko, promise).
This weakness of mine makes me worry every morning (before going to school) if I forget something. Perhaps ID? baon? Assignment? Pen? Cellphone? Or anything essential for someone studying. Baka pamilya at pagkatao malimutan ko pa. Great. . We once studied that long term memory seemed to carve its niche in the human mind, in that way it remains there. Untouched by dementia or, some, if not all memory related illnesses. But I decided not to trust my brain prone to “memory-gap”.
For I strongly feel my human existence (wow lalim, san galling yon?) seemed to be ultimately precious especially that I am on my youth and life crossroad comes almost everyday. When everything seemed to be happening in a blur. It seemed things are inevitably going to fast and, as for me not immune to the idea of change, as always unable to digest and catch up on the sudden avalanche of comings and goings in my tiresome life.
So, like what they do in court hearings ( just like what I observe from my court stenographer mother = ), it would be helpful to write those. The idea of diaries and journals—well di ko na sya feel. (dahil 21st century na, ibang level na din ako, blog na.haha) Maybe for me to contemplate on my experiences, faults, bliss and mishaps later on, or plainly the vain attempt to amuse other people of my existence. Not that there is anything amusing about that. But who knows what other people will consider on my story? (asa-ka-naman-maja). I just dread that if I make this essay/ journal/ story/ or whatever this is too long, I might bore the reader and eventually he or she will decide na sapakin na lang ako at sigaw-sigawan.(well, baka lang) Then, as always kokontrahin ko ulit yung thought ko, by thinking – I’ll mostly be the one reading this anyway. Tas naisip ko—GENIUS KA TALAGA MAJA.
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