Advance Nostalgia
I feel high school is over already. Maybe I just came late and saw everyone packing up the streamers and togas and diplomas. It hurts less if I assume everything's for closure.
Haha. Manix Abrera's "Kiko Machine" never fails to make me chuckle every time I open the comic page.
One of his specials featured the things people may have in mind upon seeing the theme for the day. And they're true. Hm, graduates and grad day. I wonder how we'll all look like ten years later? Am I gonna change?
Maybe I'll be more independent and mature when the time comes. I hope my friends, acquaintances and classmates would still be seen in the future. And I hope good prospects would come.
The class is a frenzy of mixed and matched emotions. Even the air itself is full of tension and noise that makes you dizzy all the same. And there's the pairings that come out of hiding. Goodness, don't get me started on them. I'm disoriented. Now it's their fault that my eyes are swirly. Sigh.
Don't they understand that it's too early? Do they have a sound state of morals?
They go flirt and fight and fall in love. They leave all the necessary paperwork in class just for dates.
You miss everything when you graduate from high school. Some ropes snap off, while others stay tied in place. We move on sooner or later, and we reminisce what we left off and finished in the past.
Sometimes you'll wonder where the fun went and those endless dreams you often create in your mind. Where those tears and laughter had gone off too far. Where everything seemed so much brighter.
And there's the time when you begin to feel the regrets you had if the future comes. The misgivings you should've reversed a long time ago.
Somewhere in any parallel future, I may be sitting alone in my office, looking at the pictures I have taken eleven years ago.
The sad thing is, you start to miss everybody else.
Haha. Manix Abrera's "Kiko Machine" never fails to make me chuckle every time I open the comic page.
One of his specials featured the things people may have in mind upon seeing the theme for the day. And they're true. Hm, graduates and grad day. I wonder how we'll all look like ten years later? Am I gonna change?
Maybe I'll be more independent and mature when the time comes. I hope my friends, acquaintances and classmates would still be seen in the future. And I hope good prospects would come.
The class is a frenzy of mixed and matched emotions. Even the air itself is full of tension and noise that makes you dizzy all the same. And there's the pairings that come out of hiding. Goodness, don't get me started on them. I'm disoriented. Now it's their fault that my eyes are swirly. Sigh.
Don't they understand that it's too early? Do they have a sound state of morals?
They go flirt and fight and fall in love. They leave all the necessary paperwork in class just for dates.
You miss everything when you graduate from high school. Some ropes snap off, while others stay tied in place. We move on sooner or later, and we reminisce what we left off and finished in the past.
Sometimes you'll wonder where the fun went and those endless dreams you often create in your mind. Where those tears and laughter had gone off too far. Where everything seemed so much brighter.
And there's the time when you begin to feel the regrets you had if the future comes. The misgivings you should've reversed a long time ago.
Somewhere in any parallel future, I may be sitting alone in my office, looking at the pictures I have taken eleven years ago.
The sad thing is, you start to miss everybody else.