I seem to be harboring a lot of hate lately...
Currently, I'm hating myself for doing this. What I mean is, it's so damn obvious, why do I still have to write about it?
But I'll be damned if I continue to be in denial. Might as well write what I feel. And I hate being a hyprocite.
I miss UP... I miss the rain trees (what we call 'acacias') that line the Acad Oval, the fire trees along the Freshie Walk and their red blooms that get caught in the wind in June and July, the greens at the bowl-shaped Sunken Garden, the lotus flowers at the Lagoon, and the sight of the Oblation and Quezon Hall. . .
But gawd, how I miss dorm/basement life even more... And my (former =C) floormates aren't helping either, forwarding messages about bedchecks at 9 pm, Corridor Assemblies at the Tambayan, room-hopping and kwentuhan, the usual stuf...
And the people, I won't even talk about them... the moments and the routines...
That was the life. . . And now it's gone. . .
Caught up in the wind and taken away . . .
Just like the fiery blooms of the fire trees in June. . .
. . .and Acceptance But with nostalgia comes acceptance, the realization that life moves on, and getting left behind is just isn't an option. Might as well go with the wind, wherever it might take us. Maybe at the end, just maybe, it'll bring us a life better than the one that was. . . April 5, 2006 Labels: inside the self |
