It is sad when you have a blog and don't write in it, because it can be so relaxing just to get your thoughts out and let them sit forever on a page of internet paper. But...when college homework takes over your life, and you are forced to write papers and read books...bad things happen. I have wanted to write in this blog for such a long time, but the juices that are needed for creative writing were being funneled into boring papers about literary books. So here I am, back writing in my blog, granted my juices are not running that strong right now, but I just feel like expressing myself so here I am.
It's raining again...and will continue to rain for the next couple hours. I'm not complaining by any means, obviously the rain can bring interesting subjects out and about for entertainment (as you can tell from my previous blog). But today, I just wish to be curled up next to a big picture window in a Papasan chair with a nice cozy fire blazing in the fireplace. I want to be somewhere that feels like home to me. A place that holds fun memories of my childhood. I realize that some people think I am just lamenting the fact that I have too much work to do right now and I'm running away from actually 'growing-up,' and maybe that's true...but it still doesn't mean I can't wish to be in these places of comfort.
There are times when I don't like knowing that my childhood is half way around the world. There is no way for me to go drive and visit the old places that hold memories or bring my friends that I have now and show them things. Like the pot-hole filled streets, Brent school, C.M. Recto --even though it was renovated, Baguio Internation Church, the skating rink at Camp John Hay--even though that whole park is now a golf course, and they changed the name to Club John Hay. There are times when I can't help but reminisce...rainy weather usually helps in that process.
But here I am...in the hustle and bustle of college life. Hearing the many cars that drive past filled with students in a rush to be somewhere, and the Taltram buses passing by my house every hour. And of course, hearing that annoying train blow it's whistle loudly, too many times at 2:30 in the morning. Seeing the students pass my window on their way to class talking to someone special on their cell phones because they can't stand a five minute walk alone with their thoughts. Watching the phi psi boys sit on their rocking chairs listening to country music that is way too loud. Then there's me sitting at my computer or on my bed reading...doing homework, not really living, just reading. Entering fictional people's lives and trying to make sense out of it, or just enough sense to show my teachers that I can critically think. Thank goodness spring break is coming and my brain can take a break from having to do school-related activities.
Instead I get to be a part of one of my closest friend's wedding. She will be so gorgeous and it will be nice to see someone who is happy and enjoying life. It will also be fun to be able to help them feel special! :) I can't wait.
