Rebyu: Dos Mil Diez ni Singkamas

Wala namang importante sa entry na ‘to. Nirebyu ko lang naman ang mga naganap sa ‘kin at sa ibang taong nakapaligid sa ‘kin sa taong Dos Mil Diez.

P.S. Sorry for the low quality of some images. Camera phone ko lang ginamit sa kanila.

January

  • Field trip sa PSY1 (Exploring the Self: Thoughts, Feelings, and Actions) na hindi ko masyadong na-enjoy dahil wala akong kaklaseng kilala sa mga kasama ko maliban sa isa na hindi ko naman ka-close (di kasi ako FC o feeling close e, haha) at hindi gaanong kinakausap.

Itineraries:

    • Brahma Kumaris Center for Spiritual Learning – Kung saan wala marami akong natutunan. Isa na roon ang katotohanang masarap rin pala ang vegetarian pancit, vegetarian muffin at vegetarian cookie. Oo, yung pagkain lang ang natatandaan ko sa lugar na ‘to.
    • Tagaytay Picnic Grove – Ang gasgas ng pasyalan ng mga estudyanteng nagfi-field trip at nagagawi sa Tagaytay pero ibang experience ko dito this time. Mag-isa kong inikot at tinanaw ang kagandahan ng lawa at bulkang Taal. :(
    • Mushroom Burger – Hindi naman ‘to talagang kasama sa itineraries pero isinama ko na rin sa listahan dahil nag-stop-over pa rin naman kami dito. Di rin naman ‘to importante. Ang binili ko rito e, hulaan mo kung ano… Yun na nga yun. ipagpatuloy ang pagbabasa sa Rebyu: Dos Mil Diez ni Singkamas

Backtrack. Emend. Regress.

Oh how I’ve tried to get you out of my head
And I lied, broken words I said.
Never thought I’d walk on this street again,
Standing where it all began.

It was completely a lie. Lies really won’t get you anywhere. Or me, for that matter. I can’t blame immaturity for saying that. No, it was me. It was all for my selfish reason. It was all because of one wrong decision.

Tried to forget when I left this town,
But it takes me right back when I come back around.

Where we’re at now, who we are now… is the reality. I can no longer hold on to a nonexistent could-have-been.

Retrace the steps we took on that long summer night,
I’m back there by your side.
Retrace the steps we took when we met worlds away,
Counting backwards while the stars are falling.

I can’t help but to give in. Flashbacks. They keep on barraging the doors of a specific closet. I’ve locked it all inside that closet, but they are persistent. I can’t help but to give in.

Oh now I find every subtle thing screams your name,
It reminds me of places and times we shared.
Couldn’t live locked in these memories,
Now I’m chained to my thoughts again.

I gave in and so the tables have turned. I am a prisoner in a jail, where the thoughts from the past guard my cell.

And I tried to forget when I left this town,
But I’ll take you right back if you come back around.

I am seeking for a requisition. That you, yourself, take me out of this rut that I’m in and give me back that kind of freedom I know I once had with you.

Retrace by Anberlin