Tedium...Tedium... and more Tedium
I attempted to become productive last night but sadly... again, I have failed. I really do not know how to write a story! Ha!
Here are the first few sentences from my "story":
Goodbye. Sadly, I have to start this story with the word which should signal its end. Although this is so, this word, however, is the key which leads to the part of my life when my story becomes worth telling, worth hearing and worth reading. Goodbye becomes the indication of my comprehension that the pain included in this experience is, for the lack of more sensible words to use, worth experiencing.
Undoubtedly, it is LAME. It could not get any worse than this. I envy Kisho for she could create an award-winning short story overnight.(remember the piece she passed for the short story contest?)
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Lara researched the UP GE courses for Psychology in Diliman. Apparently, most of these subjects are not included in my current subjects. Oh, God. Will I be able to transfer and graduate?
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Hi,Ragene!:) We saw each other in RP last Thursday.
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I love Lifehouse. Thanks for lending me the cd, Ica.:)
My favorite song in the album:"Undone" (to all my friends, this one's for you...)
I can see it your eyes you're hurting
But pain is part of learning who you are
All these truths can sometimes be deceiving
When your whole world comes crashing to the ground
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
You know I can't be like everybody
Cause I can't tell you what you want to hear
I don't know if I can make it better
All I know is I will be around
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
When all your plans are made out lying on the floor
and all your dreams are turning into nothing more
When all your hope has left you know you're not alone
Just hold on
Hold on
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
****Change of subject****
Here is another paragraph from my "story":
Yes, the pain. Once upon a time, I believed this pain is nothing but a mere exaggeration created by romantic novelists in order to sell their books. My "philosophy" on love was that of a cynic, on pain that of a bum. For me, pain is simply something temporary; like the sting you feel when you prick yourself with a needle, or the sensation in your skin when you become in contact with a heated skillet during the rare times you try to cook food and fail. To make it shorter, I was so sure that pain can't kill you, that pain can't make you "lose your mind", that pain will always be physical and given time, it shall be gone.
Nice try, sucker.
Here are the first few sentences from my "story":
Goodbye. Sadly, I have to start this story with the word which should signal its end. Although this is so, this word, however, is the key which leads to the part of my life when my story becomes worth telling, worth hearing and worth reading. Goodbye becomes the indication of my comprehension that the pain included in this experience is, for the lack of more sensible words to use, worth experiencing.
Undoubtedly, it is LAME. It could not get any worse than this. I envy Kisho for she could create an award-winning short story overnight.(remember the piece she passed for the short story contest?)
****Change of subject*****
Lara researched the UP GE courses for Psychology in Diliman. Apparently, most of these subjects are not included in my current subjects. Oh, God. Will I be able to transfer and graduate?
****Change of subject****
Hi,Ragene!:) We saw each other in RP last Thursday.
****Change of subject****
I love Lifehouse. Thanks for lending me the cd, Ica.:)
My favorite song in the album:"Undone" (to all my friends, this one's for you...)
I can see it your eyes you're hurting
But pain is part of learning who you are
All these truths can sometimes be deceiving
When your whole world comes crashing to the ground
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
You know I can't be like everybody
Cause I can't tell you what you want to hear
I don't know if I can make it better
All I know is I will be around
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
When all your plans are made out lying on the floor
and all your dreams are turning into nothing more
When all your hope has left you know you're not alone
Just hold on
Hold on
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
****Change of subject****
Here is another paragraph from my "story":
Yes, the pain. Once upon a time, I believed this pain is nothing but a mere exaggeration created by romantic novelists in order to sell their books. My "philosophy" on love was that of a cynic, on pain that of a bum. For me, pain is simply something temporary; like the sting you feel when you prick yourself with a needle, or the sensation in your skin when you become in contact with a heated skillet during the rare times you try to cook food and fail. To make it shorter, I was so sure that pain can't kill you, that pain can't make you "lose your mind", that pain will always be physical and given time, it shall be gone.
Nice try, sucker.