Sad, Sad Saturday

Saturday classes have a way of making you feel like you’re missing a weekend. Actually, it makes you pass the weekend by and not notice it.

I went to my morning class and immediately afterwards, I went with my groupmates Laurie and Abi to Taguig, where fabrication facility is willing to accommodate us.

In a nutshell, I got home at 4pm. I immediately unwound, but now I have to get moving because the proposals are due Monday, and I can’t keep my groupmates waiting just because I haven’t done my part.

On top of that, I feel warm and heavy. :(

If I finish my part today, hopefully I can rest tomorrow..

Poem x | I woke up to the morning light

This isn’t the first poem I’ve made, but it’s surely the first one I would post.

Done in twenty minutes or less. My sister Pao was asking for a quick poem, and I was happy to oblige, albeit it’s a little lousily done.

I was inspired by the image of the morning light, hence the first line stuck to me so badly.

I didn’t like the first stanza but it unraveled so quickly it just felt so wrong to put it away.

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I woke up to the morning light

from dreams of long-past thunder

the vivid flashing of the lights

that tore the world asunder

I woke up to the morning light

it set my bed aglow

my eyes rivet to pure and bright

thus I saw but didn’t know

I woke up to the morning light

remains of rain on my skin

the air around me, the sound, the white

and showers of dew all in

I woke up to the morning light

and heard the birds in song

and then somehow I realized

in this world do I belong

-

July 5, 2010

Alone on a Saturday

Sitting in my room alone again. All right, I won’t try to come off as a whiny girl just because I’m alone on a Saturday evening. The point is, I’ll still be alone tomorrow and on other days.

I’ve been living like many college students have done – in the big city and far away from their homes and the warmth of their families. However, people normally have roommates, a relative or two, or even old friends to keep them company.

Granted, I do have one roommate here in my new dormitory (two supposedly, but Isa hardly shows up). Though at the moment, she’s in her home province celebrating her uncle’s wedding.

I won’t say I’m a loner, but college and my own personality haven’t given me an opportunity to have good friends – the kind of friends whose place you stay over or hang out with with after class. The kind of friends you take pictures with in parties and post of Facebook and laugh at the silly moments. The kind of friends you schedule movie dates and have are at ease with.

But then, that sort of definition is biased. To be honest, I don’t have that sort of circle simply because of my personality and habits. I’m the type of person who talks to people but prefer to stay at home at the end of the day.

That being said, I certainly cannot blame anyone if I’m feeling very alone on a Saturday evening. It’s just that solitude does a lot of weird things to people. Like make them feel alone and powerless.

The funny part is, I’ve been living this sort of lifestyle for the past year already. The only time I’m not alone is when I’m at school or with my boyfriend. Whenever I’m back in my room, I pretty much spend the hours by myself. Cook, eat, watch TV, and surf the Internet by myself. I study and cram and cuss by myself. When I’m busy I don’t notice my sheer solitude. At times like these, however, I do. And it’s painfully tangible.

The best I can do is move.