Listening to the sounds of unsettled flem : snoring
I tend to break down like the rest of the world. Most of the time it only occurs when I, among the rest of the sample, prepare for the "show". It's been only four weeks of non-stop hassling and trampling to make certain deadlines, arrangements, edit-ments. I'm tired of it all. Like the last time I wanted to let go of something, I wished that I could take the trash and put it all in the basura. Assignments for school aren't getting any better, nor worse. My world is standing still and I can't bare to reveal anything new or take on old things. Would it be possible to just get in my car, pick up her, and drive out into the distance? And then come back nearly a year later and find out anything has changed. Will anything change? From time to time, I've tried to make and evolve with the rest of the world. I've made compromises to get into the swing of things. A nightlife was almost there, but I decided that being that home-body is just who I am. You have a life, I have a life. And what my life is telling me to do is let most of it go. So from this day forth, I say farewell to Akbayan. Hello, World!!! First things first, world will you be my friend. I see it's not that easy, and so I must earn what seems to be impossible. "I've gotta what...I need to know someone in order for you to be my friend." Well, my continuing education of life starts with registering for my first class. This first class is called "How to pay bills - Life10". *Raising both arms up in joy* No more practices, no more meetings, no more Filipino identity...
College life doesn't necessarily mold a specific lifestyle for someone. There are so many choices in this line of work making it very difficult to make one. It starts the first time we could move. If you had a choice to learn to talk, it isn't yes or no, it's more like, which language would you like to have as your primary tongue? Further into most decisions, we can't neglect one side and fully take on the choice intended. There are two or more sides to everything. Choices, choices, choices. Check this out...
What school do you want to go to?
-What major at this school will you take?
--Under which influence for this particular major at this school?
---Is the staff and faculty for this major's influene at this school good enough?
----Which classes does this professor teach that will expand my knowledge in this major?
...from the beginning of my second year in collegio, my well-being for academics is baffling. I've settled for the choices that my parents chose for me. Do parents really know best? I would hope so, but sometimes its difficult for parents to believe in their childs independence. Is it fair for a mother and/or father to make choices for their child until a certain age? Yes. Unless the child could pay for whatever they choose to do.
...that I must sit and wonder if I'm truly a brown skinned American or Filipino. If I name myself a filipino, from the Philippines, do I accept the Spanish settlement of my native land. Do I accept King Philip of Spain to be the nationality of my race. Do I accept the cruelty of Spanish religions that somewhat plagued my native land. Do I accept what was brought down through generations the history that betrayed our own lifestyles. Do I accept the diversity of the so-called brown-skinned people from a nameless nationality. Do I accept anything about my heritage. Do I accept the news of today that shock the sphere we live upon. My answer is...