my deepest thoughts: When boredom strikes

my deepest thoughts: When boredom strikes: I pause for a moment and think. I wasn't entirely into studying for the past years. I lost the appetite to study my lessons and take thing...

When boredom strikes

I pause for a moment and think.

I wasn't entirely into studying for the past years. I lost the appetite to study my lessons and take things seriously. However, I was pushing myself to make the best out of my time in school.

I want to write as much as I want to read good books and spend my day in a coffee shop drinking good coffee with a few close friends. Sometimes I get too lost into reverie that i wanted to try all things that I've read in a few fiction books (it sounds silly) right? yeah,i know.

Sometimes when boredom strikes i ate all the sweets I can find in the streets or in whatever places i am in. Technically, I become too crazy myself that i cannot know what i wanted to do as of the moment. And the best thing to do? is to write all my thoughts down,and I go back to normal mode.

Just like exactly this one.. (hahahah)

while face-booking, i found this application in "Visayan Version". This really got me laughing for a few minutes. And, no more stress. (wink)

Back to Blogging

Like after a decade of being very busy with a lot of things: school, my duties as a member of the student body, our online business and other important things that i should attend to.

At last here i am again, sitting in front of the computer and writing whatever that comes into my mind.
well, actually we have a new project to launch, a website, its funded by a businessman from Dumaguete City.

My writing skill shall be put to test once again. It has been a year or so since i left our school organization which i learned to write the right way (i think, not so sure about it). Its the official yearbook of our university where talented and creative students are given the chance to enhance their skills with added benefits of a full scholarship, i wont dig more on that.

Anyways,

Since the day I arrive in Dumaguete City i was really so eager to write my thoughts down one by one.

Still riding in the bus, i was day dreaming, wishing, planning, wondering, reminiscing and thinking. From then on, i am on a very high spirit. Everything seems to be interesting, i got curios about many things.. This and That..

Now i wonder how my almost two weeks Christmas vacation has brought me so much positive changes..

to you - sister (the superwoman)

How do one describe a superwoman?

oops, i'm not talking about "wonder woman or Darna", ladies who are endowed with the power to lift heavy boulders and can rock down a building in a single blow.

well, we know that those two i have mentioned above only exists in books - for fun.

hmmm..

that superwoman's name is Winnette Bandoy Zhuang ( familiar? maybe to some)

she is more than a human to me.

At an early age, she chooses to wander abroad to contribute something to our family's pot.
being alone in a foreign place with no one to talk to and share moments of sadness is as difficult as solving
a trigonometric problem. As the eldest in the family she made the choice of extending her hand to us beyond anybody could ever define.

yes, she isn't perfect, and that's what makes everything in balance.

her gray area is;

colored pink! - she looses her temper, she fights whenever she needs to, she could say hurtful words too. But never to a point where it is pointless.

often, her patience and understanding gets on the way instead of anger.

instances when our my own problems becomes hers, when i cant stand things any longer.

she never left me when i'm down, she drinks tequila for me when i broke up with my 5 year boyfriend, while i cry my heart out in sadness.

she buys beautiful stuffs for me without me even asking for it.

and,

she never closes her door for me when i need shelter (except when we are playing a joke), she even offers things i don't need.( nice one)

yes, indeed she is a superwoman in a form of a lovely face.

a hero trapped in a human world .

-your sistah -

Reminiscing

It was a quarter past six when I finally managed to get to my dorm. The sky was gloomy with a promise of rain, but somehow I feel better, the temperature is slightly cooler than the usual.

while waiting for the others to come, i reach for my laptop and began writing.

I remember exactly what happened that day,

I just woke up then when i heard a gentle knock on my bedroom door, i thought it was mama.

with rumpled hair and wrinkled big sleep shirt i went to open the door.

and there lying on the floor, i saw this, a red and white roses tied in red lovely ribbon with a note
for you "bhe", and standing next to it is my favorite scent of victorias secret body mist.

and standing right beside me was him;-)

an unexpected gift from my unexpected visitor in that morning.

it happened 5 years ago.

i thought so..

I thought i have already moved to the next chapter of my life, but why do i miss those happy moments?

they keep on flashing back whenever i close my eyes. 

The fights we had, the humiliations seems to fade away with time.

the fairy tale has just ended..

this is how it ends...


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