things iMiss
for just the two months that i had a job, there were things that i missed. lots of ‘em, even way before i had my thesis, there were already lots of changes, there were already lots of things that i missed.
spending time with just strumming the guitar the whole day on a weekend and learning to play a new song; staying up the roof do sky scanning, locating stars, planets, constellation, whenever i wanted to; jamming with buns and melmel in school, the ‘underneath it all’ and the ‘to love somebody’ days; the concerts and jamming in the apartment with master chucky, the recordings (whehe!); jammings with joseph on flute, anto on keyboards, me on guitar — doing medleys on Canon; anto’s classical plays (bwehehe); the sleepless nights doing paperworks for the documentation, "making the project work"; getting electrocuted/grounded with the circuitries; busting expensive PICs; having breakfasts without sleep — "patay" days. in short i missed the thesis days, i missed everything about school… i missed everybody in college –my friends, esp the AGTA people. haaayy!i missed the megaphone, chatterine(pish!), chicken feet, the black book days and all…
i just couldn’t help but smile on all these. these mem’ries are all worth keeping, though not all are pleasant, though some brought heartaches, yet, they’re still worthwhile since the heart-breaking parts are the ones that makes all these worth remembering. these are the ones that taught me lessons. taught me to be me. taught me to be stronger.
people do miss ‘things’ because there are already changes. people do miss ‘things’ because they are already into "new situations/routine". miss ‘things’ because of the change that they are already into. probably something that they’ve always wanted or probably, not.. Either way, they miss ‘things’ because they have to move on…
