College, College Life, Drabbles, Writing

Drabble #5: Surprise yourself.

Note: This is an update to the sob post I posted just a few hours ago. So right after writing that last entry, I mulled things over and decided to get over my apprehensions and go to my dorm’s formal anyway. I told myself that, if anybody asked, i’d say I was there for the food. Long story short, things didn’t turn out the way the way I thought they would (story of every college party, eh? haha) and here’s what I came up with: 

Sometimes, you need to surprise yourself.

And you’ve got to go to parties you’ve already decided not to go to.

And you need to talk to people you think you’ll never relate to.

Because the truth is, you don’t actually know how things’ll turn out.

And there’s simply no reason for you to go on not knowing.

So put on that dress you never wear but keep in your closet anyway.

And slip on those heels that don’t feel quite right.

Get ready to do things you wouldn’t do on just any other night

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A petty sob post from me (because these are what blogs are for clearly).

Reasons why I’m in my room instead of my dorm’s Formal Dinner right now:

1.) I’m worried my cocktail dress won’t be good enough for entrance. Last time I didn’t dress “good enough” for the occasion, I wasn’t allowed to enter the dorm (my moogle costume wasn’t wacky enough for Wacky Day ;__;).

2.) I know I’ll be too worried about requirements to even enjoy the thing.

3.) Nobody to enjoy it with because I’ve estranged myself from my dorm friends. I feel so estranged.

… And these are the days i’ll look back on and remember fondly. *sob*

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Stop it brain, now’s not the time to remind me that i’m not doing anything creative with my life. Yes, I know I’ve been neglecting all the stuff I promised I’d start doing: taking good photos, listening to good music, reading good books, watching good movies and all that. Stop guilt tripping me brain, yes there is room in my life for beautiful things.

Just… just not right now. Not with life baring its pointy jaws at me. Not with finals staring me in the face and my with all these loose ends lying around.

But at this point, you and I both know I’m just throwing excuses around. And I’m running out of good ones.

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College, College Life, Drabbles, Writing

Drabble #3: And perhaps this is what growing up is about.

     It is about learning, one mistake at a time. It is about losing things and earning them back. It is thinking about all the things you can’t possibly ever do and accomplishing them one by one. It the late nights spent dreaming, eyes wide open, heart on the verge of bursting. It is about giving chase, losing track, and picking up the scent of things forgotten. It’s about being wronged and doing right. It’s about breaking things and picking up the pieces. It’s about fixing things and accepting they will never be quite the same. It’s about making things and figuring out what to do with them —

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I don’t know about you guys, but I had a pretty eventful weekend. 

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Drabble #2: There are some things we cannot let go of, whether we like it or not.

They said that, if I got rid of everything, i’d be okay. So I put them all box – every present, every note, every picture, everything tied to a memory – and burned it all up ’til only ashes were left.

But then there was your number, the only one you used the entire time we’d been together. The last eleven-digit string of numbers I wanted to see. I deleted it from my phone, only to realize that I’d memorized it right down to the very last digit, to the smallest nuance in the way it was spoken out loud.

 

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Drabble #1 (of undefined): Oh, the things I’d do.

If someday, you find yourself plagued with second thoughts and miscalculations; if you suddenly feel that, somewhere along the way, you lost yourself to everything else and you’re worried you’ve become the person you don’t want to be; if you feel like celebrating, but there’s no one around who could empathize; if you simply feel a little too lonely for your own good –

– call me, and i’ll try my best to find the words (and a pack of chocolate chip cookies large enough) for the occasion. You can count on that.

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