Honestly, I did not expect to enjoy it. I only went, to take my certificate. It felt weird to sit there. Personally, I didn't feel like I deserved it. I did good but not great. Not fantastic. Not something that deserved to be called a high achiever. Not me. Maybe, someone smarter but not me. But then again, a few days ago, I decided that I would go to the ceremony for myself and for those who tried their best but still tasted the bitter taste of defeat. I wanted to be proud of myself. I wanted those who cried to still be able to be proud of themselves. I wanted to know that everything would be alright, no matter what. And so, I went. True, I saw so many people who did their best and their hard work paid off. And then, I saw equally, just as many, those who did their best but still did not get what they deserve. But then, the principal made a speech that made sense. This is not the end. There is so much more to come. And he was right. This is only the ...
I'm only human. Sometimes, I get tired and I feel down. Sometimes, I feel overwhelmed with what I have and it's tiring. I guess the expectations are chaining me down sometimes. I feel frustrated and disappointed. People say 'think positive, be happy or change your thoughts.' It makes me want to laugh. If only it were so simple. Thing is, it isn't. So, please, don't look at me with your expectations. I will only disappoint you. I'm only human and sometimes, I'm retarded. I know I need to reconcile with myself and change my thoughts but give me time. I guess I'll just need to reconcile with myself or else, I'll remain angry for nothing.
I read on two of my friend's blogs about writing essays in high school. (oh, you know who you are. LOL) And it made me want to write about my own essays in high school. I enjoyed writing so much. It was fun. Creating worlds and characters that didn't exist. It was like walking into a whole different world where you were the god. Everything was your whim and fancy. Creating characters just to kill them off. (I know I'm a cruel person. LOL) Weaving plots together. Creating whole new worlds up. It was just incredible. I loved writing so much. And as a student, there was a lot of essays to write in high school. Honestly, even though my essays were good, my teachers hated them. Why? Because my stories were not happy, clean or filled with moral values. I liked putting death, torture and despair in my stories. My teachers would frown and tell me to stop. And I would laugh, saying no. I remember, at that time, my favourite was writing about ...
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Enjoy ya !!
I also love music while enjoying sleeping.
It let me dreaming in the concert or disney !!
hehe !!!
^_^