Sweet Revenge
Just last month, dad was here. Now he's back again from Taiwan and I thank him for these... :)
An Acer TravelMate 4150, Lacoste's Touch of Pink (Pop Edition) and an F1 BMW cap.
Last night, because of "one incident", my mom told me that I lack discipline. I accepted what she said. I found this warlike attitude between my mind and heart when she started saying painful words to me. I hate it. She doesn't know me that much. And for the few things that had let her create a conclusion on the way how she should see me, I can rave with it. It shouldn't be the basis of everything.
And also, she should not ever wonder why I've been missing my former school St. Scho that much. I give big respect to it. There are really nice people there (real people!) to whom I have shared with and given my full potential. Another thing, I can never forget how my talent was put to use. I was able to show the world what I am made of. Being part of the hs pep squad (playing the drums for my school) and going to different competitions, a memory I can't ever forget. Maybe I have aspired for medals, trophies, etc but I got to realize that they are "just" standards. The biggest prize I was able to acquire? Honor and respect from people. Everything doesn't stop there. School life somehow affects the way we see things. It taught me how to become a fierce competitor. Our society, which we collide with, captured us and left us helpless striving for points in this life's battle. It's all about a person being against himself, the world and others. In the end, it's just a journey.
Before, I used to be afraid when a person is mad at me and tries to look for real things inside me. If for discovery sake, sure dude. Crossing and moving to another, when someone tries to put me down, I've made a conclusion that fate can be worse than death.
I should rise above and and move beyond suffering and pain. I am honest that my heart has scars. I see nothing wrong. Maybe my heart looks odd, but to tell you, each scar signifies the love I offer for each person I treasure in my life.Some parts are still empty. Those are places I gave to some people, but, they chose to leave me. I sit and anticipate for new people who are willing to touch and make a different impact in my life.
She said "I am sorry" to me this morning. She found enough reason why "that one incident" shouldn't be a valid one for her to aimlessly do those things to me. I forgive but I can't really forget.
Freedom. Pain. Darkness. Lonesomeness. Love. Sanity. New Faith. I've been carrying them... I am haunted. I ask for the beauty and wonder of freedom.
A new world will begin. My soul is free to fly.
An Acer TravelMate 4150, Lacoste's Touch of Pink (Pop Edition) and an F1 BMW cap.
Last night, because of "one incident", my mom told me that I lack discipline. I accepted what she said. I found this warlike attitude between my mind and heart when she started saying painful words to me. I hate it. She doesn't know me that much. And for the few things that had let her create a conclusion on the way how she should see me, I can rave with it. It shouldn't be the basis of everything.
And also, she should not ever wonder why I've been missing my former school St. Scho that much. I give big respect to it. There are really nice people there (real people!) to whom I have shared with and given my full potential. Another thing, I can never forget how my talent was put to use. I was able to show the world what I am made of. Being part of the hs pep squad (playing the drums for my school) and going to different competitions, a memory I can't ever forget. Maybe I have aspired for medals, trophies, etc but I got to realize that they are "just" standards. The biggest prize I was able to acquire? Honor and respect from people. Everything doesn't stop there. School life somehow affects the way we see things. It taught me how to become a fierce competitor. Our society, which we collide with, captured us and left us helpless striving for points in this life's battle. It's all about a person being against himself, the world and others. In the end, it's just a journey.
Before, I used to be afraid when a person is mad at me and tries to look for real things inside me. If for discovery sake, sure dude. Crossing and moving to another, when someone tries to put me down, I've made a conclusion that fate can be worse than death.
I should rise above and and move beyond suffering and pain. I am honest that my heart has scars. I see nothing wrong. Maybe my heart looks odd, but to tell you, each scar signifies the love I offer for each person I treasure in my life.Some parts are still empty. Those are places I gave to some people, but, they chose to leave me. I sit and anticipate for new people who are willing to touch and make a different impact in my life.
She said "I am sorry" to me this morning. She found enough reason why "that one incident" shouldn't be a valid one for her to aimlessly do those things to me. I forgive but I can't really forget.
Freedom. Pain. Darkness. Lonesomeness. Love. Sanity. New Faith. I've been carrying them... I am haunted. I ask for the beauty and wonder of freedom.
A new world will begin. My soul is free to fly.
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