Thursday, May 31, 2012

Dream Car


I attended this public speaking workshop recently thanks to one hospital (the one I’m waiting to get hired in) who never fails to give me surprises and anything you’d relate about trying to live. The last statement is something to figure out.
It was so much fun. I remembered when I was back in my high school, I’m part of speech and drama club then it became a speaker’s bureau. The speech and drama club loves to conduct speech and dramatic workshops in which I much enjoyed way back because of all its activities. So, having attended again in quite a familiar place made me glad. 
The speakers or must I say facilitators were very excellent especially the one guy who really stands out the moment he starts speaking. I was so amused with his manners of speaking, it lead me back to square one. I wished I was fluent and articulate in speaking like he does. 
One activity in the workshop was an individual impromptu-not extemporaneous as they claim-of a topic one has to pick from inside a bag of doom. Perfect.
Of all the topics I could have, I got a topic about a dream car. (read above) I stood in front, stiff and nerve-wracked. I had no idea what I’m supposed to say. What did I say?
I started my speech enumerating a few cars that I knew. (What am I saying?) Then asked the audience what i’m talking about. Then I greeted them a pleasant afternoon. Then I said my topic. After that, all hell breaks loose. I jumbled and mumbled, stammered and buckled all the things in my head. The only decent thing I must have said was, I needed a car that could take me anywhere. Then I ran to the back of the room and crawled under a chair. Kidding. 
Things I think I should have said:
What is my dream car?
For one, my dream car has to fit at least 8 people in it. Because I need to put all family members in it and a few friends and I can even include an extra person if there will be one. So it has to be a big one.  And the hood, or, what-do-they-call-it, the roof of the car can be modified to fall back so that I can enjoy the wind and the sky whenever I drive. Then it has to have huge wheels. The ones where you can drive over a terrain or a rocky road. It has to withstand those kinds of roads because I think that’s where I’m mostly going. Then it has to have speakers in it so I could play music whenever I’m stressed. And it has to have a tracking GPS device so I won’t get lost. It also has to have an unlimited internet connection in it so I could never loose connection with the world. The most important part of this car is that, I want it to be the one to take me to places I’ve never been to. I want it to take me where I've dreamed of wanting to see. I want it to be the one to show me the things I needed to learn. And I want all my favorite people to be in it. And these are the people that I’d never regret to travel with. :)
What I stammer in speech, I fluently speak when I write. >_<

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Left

just heard you’re leaving
i just heard
from all other voices
and dire words written
i never knew
and they just tell me
you’re leaving
you should have left long ago
when ties weren’t that tight
and i don’t dream of bay walks
sunsets, leftovers and strolls at night
now i should feel i will lose you
that i’ll have nothing left
that i’ll stop looking at the sky
and stop writing random scrawls
but i just don’t think
neutral and numb
because i just heard you’re leaving
i never bothered to know
never thought i’d try to ask
you’ve left long ago
i never heard

Wednesday, May 23, 2012


i'm back and here's a random post
today, i’m officially 21 years old. I spent it with people that I was sure could keep me smiling the entire day. They were my dearest friends. 
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I haven’t seen them for a long time because I got sent off to a far away stinky place. Being back spending a day with these people again brought me back to life. Never have I laughed so hard before for such a long time. Never sang the same songs over and over again as we take turns singing a korean happy birthday song (saengil chukha hamnida) because we kept giving each other last song syndrome.  I loved the freedom of this day. I loved the beach and the sky and everything else. I loved the food we resourcefully created. I loved the random laughter and conversations and our dreams. I love these people so much. :)