Dear High:
Sorry I was not able to write anything to you for the last few days, weeks, months, years... century? I was having a hard time doing so. My schedule was not that tough but finding my place in front of a good PC or a laptop maybe is crazy, I feel like kilometers away when it's just in front of me-you know what I mean. My birthday had passed and now it's been two weeks since I scheduled myself to be with you on that special day. You just don't know how excited I am to report to you what happened on that day, It was awesome and though I spent it partly away from my family my friends showed me the real essence of birthdays with them.
When I first created you, I want you to be the listener to what I always say to people. I criticize, I cuss, and I say 'shit' things about them to you. You're the witness to how I change my belief from a predominantly racist and radical to a more mature, industrial and liberal person. You've been my colleague in rationalizing my mind and an obvious evidence of that is on how I write to you. I realized how things really matter in this world, from a blog like you to real applications which show how you deal with situations-bad ones.
I made you out of my imagination of a perfect person. I was jealous and I envy that person very much. Then, I realized... should I suppress myself? and if I would, will it do any good? My dorm mate told me that "If you see me that and not what is now, then it wouldn't be me anymore". I confess I was trying to be the good boy when the real me coincides. Until I realized I can never be the good person that I wished for. However, one friend said to me "you can always be you for as long as people see the real you not the fake one, no matter how bad you are for as long as you're not fake and you respect other people and not hurt them".
Somehow you can say that I forgot about you during those long months without posts. That was July, I was longing to much to write everything to you. No matter how many people read or care to everything I write to you, it doesn't matter. I don't care and somehow I already realized a lot. I'm longing to be your friend 'forever'.
When I first created you, I want you to be the listener to what I always say to people. I criticize, I cuss, and I say 'shit' things about them to you. You're the witness to how I change my belief from a predominantly racist and radical to a more mature, industrial and liberal person. You've been my colleague in rationalizing my mind and an obvious evidence of that is on how I write to you. I realized how things really matter in this world, from a blog like you to real applications which show how you deal with situations-bad ones.
I made you out of my imagination of a perfect person. I was jealous and I envy that person very much. Then, I realized... should I suppress myself? and if I would, will it do any good? My dorm mate told me that "If you see me that and not what is now, then it wouldn't be me anymore". I confess I was trying to be the good boy when the real me coincides. Until I realized I can never be the good person that I wished for. However, one friend said to me "you can always be you for as long as people see the real you not the fake one, no matter how bad you are for as long as you're not fake and you respect other people and not hurt them".
Somehow you can say that I forgot about you during those long months without posts. That was July, I was longing to much to write everything to you. No matter how many people read or care to everything I write to you, it doesn't matter. I don't care and somehow I already realized a lot. I'm longing to be your friend 'forever'.
Yours HIGHRISE101
-It's still me:) I sound stupid, so? this is my blog.
3 comments:
fyi yutah, you really sound stupid but its kinda nice knowing that youre honest after all and you do dramas *lol, yes its true, you can never be good.
joke~ di oyy good boy man ka! HAHAHAHA
It is very good & actually I was waiting for some of your posts on that day. Anyways you had fun, that's the spirit!
yours Dylan:)
hahaha.. no more dramas!
kapoi! hahahaha
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