update:
i’ve uploaded my homework. click the link to download it.
CL 113 (2)
My poetry professor, a first-prize Palanca awardee, liked my poetry project, and he liked it enough to ask me if he can keep it.
Imagine my jump from frustration to gladness, from not finding my paper at his door to seeing my work clipped in his folder. One of my proudest moments in life. (by the way, he gave me a 1.5. I’ll post my work some time soon.)
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The proudest moments in my life have been happening this year. Yet to come and think of it, only three months have yet passed. (Nine more months till the world ends and I can no longer shed awesomeness!) There was the Hybrid Technica second-place essay, my 1.0-graded paper in a higher English course, our *outstanding* English11 drama, then finally, a work so amusing my professor wanted to keep it.
Right now I feel so good and proud about myself. It’s like finally, every effort in this sem has made a pay-off. Though I’m very much physically alone right now, I’m generally satisfied. Academic excellence is an intellectual orgasm. It’s enough to know that I’m awesome. Haha.
However, I still do wish for a little company around here, a company with whom I can share my victories and someone who can understand how much these mean to me. Penetrate my heart, my body, my mind, my world. As for my relationship status with Kevin, things are going great. Every morning I wake up with more love for him and a feeling of attachment. I’m happy with the way our relationship is going, though I can’t say it’s perfect given the boundaries set by distance and time. (but I am pushing them, yes, I am.) I’m not going to make a request to Kevin to exert a little more effort, though I just want him to fucking do some things sometimes. I do feel, however, that he is being serious at his best and is doing all that he to make us work out. (read my tweets – a glimpse of everything.)
Indeed the semester is ending, and I’m getting the bright-day feeling. Later this afternoon we’ll be discussing at Sarah’s. Maybe I’ll drink a little amount of alcohol or maybe not. XD I wish Kevin finally finds the guts to secure the reality of our relationship, and appear, right now, in front of my eyes. I wish the worst doesn’t happen on our workshop later. I wish my college application gets accepted and everything flows smoothly.
I wish I’m not alone and writing this post because I’m holding hands with someone and making plans for the next five years. I wish life isn’t just happening inside my head. I want to see life happen in front of my eyes. I wish somebody is taking photographs of me, of us. I wish the word “alone” is deleted from my pragmatic lexicon. I wish I can see, hear, touch, smell, taste — not just think. I wish to be alive in the outside world, not just in the inside world I designed for my own comforts.
Now to come and think of it, where are the real victories in life?
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