no perfect title
I’ve been wondering and pondering about a lot of things lately and it was refreshing to have a conversation with an old friend about everything and anything under the sun (in our case, moon).
I called her up because I was rummaging through old high school and college stuff and was actually thinking of throwing some of them away then I saw this really hilarious write-up she wrote for me for our high school year book. It was written eight years ago, in yellowish ¼ size pad paper with purple ink. I can’t help but laugh out loud at the seemingly innocent memorabilia of past forgotten.
I miss her. I miss being able to freely do what I want without hesitations. Decide on matters as if choosing between life and death, and realizing how stupid I was for being too serious. Being on the extremes as if there’s no other place to be.
I miss how I used to run around the campus one foot tied down, striding sideways without care. Videotaping stupid scenes, feeling so cool and artistic but simply being stupid because we can’t think of better things to do. Doodling all Harry Potter characters, competing on who know more. Ending up with no winner because who really gives a damn. And singing Sukiyaki, as if professional singers, with seatmates who admittedly loves the song.
I had my first “boyfriend” when I was in fourth year high school. What’s funny is that we never really wanted to be a couple. We just enjoyed each other’s company and thought, what the hell, let’s try it. And we did. And I never really regret “losing” him because I know he is with someone that would supplement him. We are better friends, and believe it or not, we’re still friends. How I wish every relationship will end the same way. *Sigh*
It was during high school when my awareness with social, political and environmental issues started to be awakened. I saw this old science project of pulped vegetable leaves turned paper. And I was amazed that without any hint of my being an activist, I turned into one. And who would have thought that an angst-ridden teenager such as my self would turn into a pro-active citizen fighting inequalities and injustices. (Rock on!)
I love the fact that I can mill around do nothing, go to friend’s gigs and have the best nights of my life. Drink as many alcoholic beverages available in the market. Be sober in the morning and drunk at night. Go to places without money. Engrossed myself with independent films and books no one dared to read and/or watch. Walk around and watch people, hating posers and writing about them. Composing poetry as poets would. Taking images and actually developing them into real photographs.
I love the fact that social networking sites is out of no where. No Facebook, no Multiply, no Livejournal, only real, intimate conversations with friends over a cup of coffee or beer. Discussing philosophies and literary works. Learning and re-learning. Peer to peer education if I say.
High school is a long history of trial and error, mostly errors. But it was one hell of a ride. Looking back now, having that conversation with a person I considered as a best friend (if I want to put a label on it), how I wish I can simply crawl back and stay there.
But of course, that’s one big wishful thinking.
I am still learning a lot of things, which means I am still young. Thank god I am still young! Hah! But I know I have to face the reality that I am not getting any younger though. I have to face all the challenges, solve it in the best way possible, decide on things that will impact my future (in a big way!) and (sadly) not run around with one foot tied down.
I miss high school. I miss indecisions. I miss not having money. I miss not caring. I miss it.
I called her up because I was rummaging through old high school and college stuff and was actually thinking of throwing some of them away then I saw this really hilarious write-up she wrote for me for our high school year book. It was written eight years ago, in yellowish ¼ size pad paper with purple ink. I can’t help but laugh out loud at the seemingly innocent memorabilia of past forgotten.
I miss her. I miss being able to freely do what I want without hesitations. Decide on matters as if choosing between life and death, and realizing how stupid I was for being too serious. Being on the extremes as if there’s no other place to be.
I miss how I used to run around the campus one foot tied down, striding sideways without care. Videotaping stupid scenes, feeling so cool and artistic but simply being stupid because we can’t think of better things to do. Doodling all Harry Potter characters, competing on who know more. Ending up with no winner because who really gives a damn. And singing Sukiyaki, as if professional singers, with seatmates who admittedly loves the song.
I had my first “boyfriend” when I was in fourth year high school. What’s funny is that we never really wanted to be a couple. We just enjoyed each other’s company and thought, what the hell, let’s try it. And we did. And I never really regret “losing” him because I know he is with someone that would supplement him. We are better friends, and believe it or not, we’re still friends. How I wish every relationship will end the same way. *Sigh*
It was during high school when my awareness with social, political and environmental issues started to be awakened. I saw this old science project of pulped vegetable leaves turned paper. And I was amazed that without any hint of my being an activist, I turned into one. And who would have thought that an angst-ridden teenager such as my self would turn into a pro-active citizen fighting inequalities and injustices. (Rock on!)
I love the fact that I can mill around do nothing, go to friend’s gigs and have the best nights of my life. Drink as many alcoholic beverages available in the market. Be sober in the morning and drunk at night. Go to places without money. Engrossed myself with independent films and books no one dared to read and/or watch. Walk around and watch people, hating posers and writing about them. Composing poetry as poets would. Taking images and actually developing them into real photographs.
I love the fact that social networking sites is out of no where. No Facebook, no Multiply, no Livejournal, only real, intimate conversations with friends over a cup of coffee or beer. Discussing philosophies and literary works. Learning and re-learning. Peer to peer education if I say.
High school is a long history of trial and error, mostly errors. But it was one hell of a ride. Looking back now, having that conversation with a person I considered as a best friend (if I want to put a label on it), how I wish I can simply crawl back and stay there.
But of course, that’s one big wishful thinking.
I am still learning a lot of things, which means I am still young. Thank god I am still young! Hah! But I know I have to face the reality that I am not getting any younger though. I have to face all the challenges, solve it in the best way possible, decide on things that will impact my future (in a big way!) and (sadly) not run around with one foot tied down.
I miss high school. I miss indecisions. I miss not having money. I miss not caring. I miss it.