Grumble

I just realized... I'm a trying hard poet...

I once thought that poetry is just something of a past time.... like when something pops, just write it down... but now, I realize that its not just the writing... also the understanding...

This morning at lit, I got an earful from my teacher about me being so literal at explaining haikus.... man, was I slapped to the ground... I don't think I would be able to write poetry the same way again...

Dream Log: Stardate 02022004

I woke up this morning, fresh from dreaming!... and man, was it a dream!...

I never experienced autumn before... I doubt that I'm ever going to... but last night's dream was all about it... the slow falling of autumn leaves, crunching underneath my feet and whipping across my face... that's just about what happened all in my dream...

The trees of our school was bare, and the ground was covered in a brown and red sheet... beautiful... just, beautiful.... I was walking all around, nobody in sight... then someone takes me by the hand and we run around like madmen, tossing leaves up into the air... I never got to see her face... but I was sure she was a girl... there was this faint sound of a laugh, but that's all...

yawn!

I'm tired of school... I wish that it was all over, ALL OF IT!...

come to think of it, only a little bit of what we've learned in school can be applied to grown-up lives... It's amazing, once you think about it, that the school is not responsible for what you are... Ateneo is a Jesuit school... but look at the products... the few highly-recognized are, well... few!... what about the others?... boom.... they're just teenagers and students who just want to have fun in life... I'm not saying I'm not included...

Thanks,... nasaniban lang po...