ode to old friends

the increasing pressure of the upcoming bar examinations led me, not unexpectedly, to the comforts of the world wide web, where, in the course of my surfing, i chanced upon sites of old friends. how long ago has it been since i marched up the stage to receive my grade school diploma? how young was i when i started enjoying the company of some of my earliest friends? indeed, i have travelled the long road and the path i made from that time has long since disappeared. yet, until now, twelve years and three more graduation ceremonies after, i still remember my earliest days. i still see my teachers trying to imbue upon me and my classmates not only the basics of education upon which i will build my whole life but also the fundamental values that i have carried on as an adult and a member of the world. until now, i could never forget how we were moulded into becoming the best that we can be.

now, more than ever, in light of the looming bar examinations, i turn back to those memories to give me strength not only to carry me through the next month but also to, once more, usher me unto the next level of my life.

thank you, my old friends.

longing to travel

my heart yearns to travel, to see the world, to explore new frontiers other than my own. i'd like to be in places i have never been and gather new perspective on things. i want to test how far i will go in responding to challenges, to people, to countries. i long for the outdoor, outside the strict confines of my room, or of my favorite starbucks coffee in 6750. i feel the tug of other streets, outside the philippines, of avenues worth riding on by, of restaurants worth eating in. i want to see the world. and my heart just explodes for a grasp of that experience, of that wonderful experience.

oh, when will i ever have the strength to leave my comfort zones and brave the unknown?

soon.

coping

the thing about me these days is that i have a terrible way of coping with the bar. no, i don't talk on my own during those awkward moments when no words need be spoken. and no, i don't disappear from the face of the earth for a time to unwind my cerebral muscles. the thing is, to cope with the stress, i unashamedly lash out on people around me. yes, i shout at the top of my lungs with the slightest provocation from anyone. like an infuriated debater, i am quick to say shut up to anyone who has any problem whatsoever to whatever it is that i think. most of the times, i think i am the master of the universe and no one, absolutely no one, is permitted to contradict me. which of course inevitably results to a quick fight with anyone stupid enough to stay out of my way.

argh, what the heck am i doing?