there will be times that will make you realize that you’re a grown-up and there are lots of things you can discover in a different point of view. the line from the theme of batibot “pagmulat ng mata….bago pumasok sa iskwela, magbatibot” means a lot different to me now…ahaha…(grin)..ugh….i miss kiko matsing, pong pagong, at si manaaaaaaang bola! (haha, i dont even know if my kids a.k.a my students know that pinoy version of sesame street).
that’s it. whatever. haha.
EVERYTHING IS TRANSITORY (by: my favorite student, ana jenni e. malroy)
i object to the statement. technically speaking, transitory is something that lasts only for a short time. nothing is constant in this world, as they say.
everything that started is destined to end but i guess nobody could be certain when it will, which makes the statement wrong (at least for my belief). some things could exist even long after they’ve gone. some things end even before they exist. some things could be lasting despite of the changes it endured.
some things are transitory.
some could be really ephemeral.
but not everything.
*SEMPLANG*
yan ang pinakaiiwasan at kinatatakutan ko nung bata ako — ang sumemplang sa bike, sa rollerblades, atbp na may gulong o gumugulong.
nung tumanda ako, nakakatakot pa rin sumemplang — sa grades, sa expectations ng magulang, sa career, pati na rin sa pag-ibig. naisip ko, sa bawat semplang noon at ngayon ay palaging may kasamang sakit at aral…ang bawat semplang ay nagdudulot ng galos sa katawan at sugat sa nararamdaman…pero ganyan talaga ang buhay. hindi kumpleto hanggat di ka bumabalebalentong at sumisempleng…. di ba? di nga….hindi nga ba? oo di ba? :p
Today’s trip was longer than the usual. but its ok, I liked It that way. Slower. Blissful. the music that played in my head was louder and sweeter…and the sky, though pale, looked calm and alluring with its clouds which are like sailing in more fluffy clouds…this is one of the mornings that I woke up early and didn’t feel drowsy…this is one of those days that I embraced bliss and my very first thought of the day is love and greater love….
The night tells me to mull over the things I left in the past. I thought I forgot about those things, but I was wrong. and I hate it. I can’t shove the memories away. They are like nightmares that haunt every sleeping hour that I have. But right now, things are different. It’s like I am haunted by the same things that troubled me for almost a decade, and after having escaped for a year, I am back to my stomping ground. But like I said, this time, things are different ~the same feeling of pain, melancholy and void all at once, only now I cannot quite vividly remember the things that happened. Everything is fuzzy. I hate it. I hate being smothered by the things I cannot lay a hand on or at least fight back. I feel I am much stronger now, but still I cannot fight back. I really hate it…and I hate it much more for realizing that no matter how hard I try to quarrel over my happiness, my past won’t just let me.
Dear, World. Love, Jenny. 