August 21, 2009/around 1500H
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The leaves are light, swaying through the smooth push of the wind. The trees are bowing, curling themselves and waiting for the sun's light to set down. The day is hotter than yesterday, we never experienced rain since morning-I wonder why is that so. The mirage formed above a building's roof few yards away is like a chemical's smoke corrosive enough to form such image. It's hot, definitely indicating how a thirteen-hundred hours in the Philippines is.
Let me start my post for now, It's been fifty years since I've last posted in this blog. I have a lot of things to say but for your information this is written first in a sheet of yellow pad, so I can't promise the detail of everything. I wish I could directly type what I am thinking right now but I just can't, for the reason that I'd explain further later.
I've been gone for almost two months now, away from home, civilization, friends, and family. Although I'm only a kilometer away from those, I feel like I'm a hundred miles separated by land or by sea. The college dormitory life has just made it a lot more further than ever. I never experienced this kind of separateness before.
As I imagine the "me" two months ago, I feel a slight regret but usually supplemented by advance positive thinking. Even this pen can tell how opposite I am to the path I've entered in this life. Though I wish I could choose but choosing wont be a good idea right now, priorities ought to be priorities. I just want my parents to be proud of me.
The military rule implemented by the dorm on the scholars is hell, it gives goosebumps on every innocent civilian entering the dorm. Visitors, we term as tourists actually don't have any idea on how we live and laugh on our quarters. We laugh when we laugh, we hate when we hate. Tomorrow is another day, so stay calm and do what is needed for today. Life inside the dorm is just as tiring as bringing a bucket of water up and down a hill over and over again, you feel tired but since you don't have any choice you're obliged to do so.
Yesterday, my quarter mates mentioned about a Philippine song focused about a bird compared to a free country. Well, in our conversation they compared it to us, the scholars, who don't have the right. I just can't describe a poor caged broken bird, it hurts so I think there's no need to explain. To make our situation positive though it is not, another interpretation to our situation right now is that we are birds unable to fly and is fed up by our mother birds.
Mother birds are usually good sacrificing creatures for their young, however in our situation right now I think it is not. Our "mother birds" are assholes who think that they are always right. The mammals who don't have the right are treated as brainless insects meant to be crushed down.
I wonder how relaxing it is to taste freedom. Counting the days wont help I've almost memorized it on my hand-made calendar, every cross mark in those days that passed is like heaven for me. Every single day has hard work associated with it and it takes so hard to push through each day when you are forced to do so. It's still thirty-five days and thirty-six nights, chance is if it wont be extended the days are faster now compared to the past weeks. Maybe it's because the caged bird slowly got used to his situation.
to be continued...
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The leaves are light, swaying through the smooth push of the wind. The trees are bowing, curling themselves and waiting for the sun's light to set down. The day is hotter than yesterday, we never experienced rain since morning-I wonder why is that so. The mirage formed above a building's roof few yards away is like a chemical's smoke corrosive enough to form such image. It's hot, definitely indicating how a thirteen-hundred hours in the Philippines is.
Let me start my post for now, It's been fifty years since I've last posted in this blog. I have a lot of things to say but for your information this is written first in a sheet of yellow pad, so I can't promise the detail of everything. I wish I could directly type what I am thinking right now but I just can't, for the reason that I'd explain further later.
I've been gone for almost two months now, away from home, civilization, friends, and family. Although I'm only a kilometer away from those, I feel like I'm a hundred miles separated by land or by sea. The college dormitory life has just made it a lot more further than ever. I never experienced this kind of separateness before.
As I imagine the "me" two months ago, I feel a slight regret but usually supplemented by advance positive thinking. Even this pen can tell how opposite I am to the path I've entered in this life. Though I wish I could choose but choosing wont be a good idea right now, priorities ought to be priorities. I just want my parents to be proud of me.
The military rule implemented by the dorm on the scholars is hell, it gives goosebumps on every innocent civilian entering the dorm. Visitors, we term as tourists actually don't have any idea on how we live and laugh on our quarters. We laugh when we laugh, we hate when we hate. Tomorrow is another day, so stay calm and do what is needed for today. Life inside the dorm is just as tiring as bringing a bucket of water up and down a hill over and over again, you feel tired but since you don't have any choice you're obliged to do so.
Yesterday, my quarter mates mentioned about a Philippine song focused about a bird compared to a free country. Well, in our conversation they compared it to us, the scholars, who don't have the right. I just can't describe a poor caged broken bird, it hurts so I think there's no need to explain. To make our situation positive though it is not, another interpretation to our situation right now is that we are birds unable to fly and is fed up by our mother birds.
Mother birds are usually good sacrificing creatures for their young, however in our situation right now I think it is not. Our "mother birds" are assholes who think that they are always right. The mammals who don't have the right are treated as brainless insects meant to be crushed down.
I wonder how relaxing it is to taste freedom. Counting the days wont help I've almost memorized it on my hand-made calendar, every cross mark in those days that passed is like heaven for me. Every single day has hard work associated with it and it takes so hard to push through each day when you are forced to do so. It's still thirty-five days and thirty-six nights, chance is if it wont be extended the days are faster now compared to the past weeks. Maybe it's because the caged bird slowly got used to his situation.
to be continued...
