a wondrous place

Two weeks before summer vacation. I’m not excited as I used to be. I’m gonna go to summer classes and it sucks. My whole summer’s gonna be ruined. Me and Alex even have plans for summer but because of the fucking summer classes, it’s ruined. We were planning to go to Boracay then Batangas and Subic and attend Boxing classes or Tennis. Then party all night. Yeah, right. I was looking forward for a great summer. Me and Alex were making this fun because it is the first time that my sister, Monica is not with us during summer vacation. Summers always fun but I don’t know what’s gonna happen this summer.

Two weeks before the end of the School year. Make the most out of it. Next week is gonna be our long test and next, next week is our exams. This is stressful. And I needed to study cause I MIGHT not have summer classes. I don’t want this school year to end very soon. I’m gonna miss my friends and my classmates and all those good memories. I don’t want to end this school year with sadness and heartache. And I don’t want to go to 4th year because it’s really sad that, that it is the last year in high school then were off to college. Which is sad. Even though I hated going to school, I realized that I’m gonna miss this. I have only two weeks to make the most out of it and make this school year worth remembering.

"cause it’s summer and the memories are just waiting to happen."

Perfect life. There is no such thing as a Perfect life. I always wanted to have a perfect life. Where anything I wanted would be mine. Where there are no problems and I will always be happy. Every one of us wants it. But then... we can't have it. But we have these good memories. We treasure it. These memories are what we have to keep us going in our life. All of us have our own problems. There are days that you feel depressed, sad and lonely. And you think nobody even cares about you anymore. And you feel like you can't live you life anymore because you're tired. Tired of these things. People cry. We all passed by these days. But remember, it will not always be rainy.

I take pictures. I take a lot of them. I like photography. Pictures are memories. It tells you what you did that time and how fun you are having that time. It CAPTURES MEMORIES. I write in a diary. I write stuffs about how I feel. I write in a diary because I put all my memories there. Its funny when youre like old or you’re like 25 years old, then you read your diary. You'll see how much you've changed over the past years. And then you'll remember what things once were. Then there are songs. A song can take you back instantly to a moment, a place or even a person. Sometimes you hear a song and then you remember a certain someone or this certain moment. Hold on to your memories, because it is the only thing that does'nt change when everything does. Sad but true.

“memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are and the things you never want to lose.” –the wonder years.