January 29, 2012
Dear friend,
I don't know how this photo works for this blog. I'm in a tangled mess right now and I can't seem to find a pair of scissors that could cut my way out of it.
I just don't want Monday to happen.
I'm supposed to write my book review for Filipino.
I don't know what happened.
I love The Little Prince. It’s absolutely amazing.
The Little Prince is a simply a book about life. It teaches how a person should live and how a person can be thankful for his/her life.
Omg.
The Little Prince taught me to be grateful, to notice the little things that we pass by without a second look. It taught me that love needed sacrifice and that you couldn’t really leave a person once you’ve made ties with him/her. I read it when I was younger and it had no appeal to me. For me it was simply a book with pictures of planets and snakes and sheep with words I could not have comprehended when I was younger. It was merely something that I ran my eyes through with no initiative in knowing what it really meant.
But as I grew up and borrowed the book from my older brother on a boring summer afternoon, I did not feel as if my eyes were reading it, but somewhat, my heart.
It struck me how grown-ups could be so forbidding, so shallow and empty of art. Geography, arithmetic, grammar and history were the things they wanted children to know; all academic. I’m not saying that these things don’t matter but most of the time they forget that the things that matter most are the things that one can’t grasp or see but rather, feel.
I don’t know how to properly write my feelings for this book because I know my words would not give the book justice. It would not be enough to say that this book is brilliant or wonderful or life-changing because omg I just love this book so much it hurts.
But because I am obliged to finish this project and even though I know that my starting is quite rubbish and I’m turning into an emotional wreck because this book is too beautiful and I’m far too inept at putting words together and forming something that could give this brilliant work of art justice, I shall continue.
Pardon the word flailing and expect caps locks.
The thing I love most about this book is the rose. For most people it signifies love for your lover but I see it as plain, pure, platonic, love. Maybe because I’ve been acting like the rose far too long that I see myself in it and that I’ve never had a proper relationship where I loved a guy and he loved me back but for some unexplained reason I can see friendship in it. Sure, love is always associated with friendship so I can’t really say that love is undermined in this context but YOU GET THE GIST I SEE IT AS FRIENDSHIP OKAY.
Lol. I just remembered a moment when our teacher asked the class who read The Little Prince and because I hate attention so much and most of the time I get really scared because I hate eyes looking at me I didn’t raise my hand but omg the class said “Sofia!” because I had that book for my English book report and all and anyway, the teacher asked me (INSTEAD OF THAT CLASSMATE THAT ALSO RAISED HIS HAND) what I thought about the rose and I muttered, “Friendship” and my teacher was like, “What? Friendship? Then you’re like a dog pining over the owner” I forgot what she said it was in Tagalog and I guess she meant that the prince was sort of like a maid and the rose was its master and that’s totally unhealthy when you compare it to friendship.
OMG I THINK I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING.
What if I’m the rose and I’m treating my prince like some maid?
Now I feel guilty. And really bad. Fuck.
I’m sorry. I’ll carry on now. I have to finish this essay and be done with it, or at least some parts of it.
The Little Prince loved his rose and the rose loved him back, she just didn’t want to show it. She was beautiful, vain and incredibly proud and I reckon it was in her nature that she didn’t show much appreciation towards the prince because like I said, she was proud. OMG I JUST READ PARTS OF IT AGAIN AND OMG MY FEELINGS I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE.
"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Okay. I’ll calm down. Remember when I said it was platonic? Well clearly it wasn’t but if I could relate it with myself it would be platonic.
Carrying on!
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I really don’t want to do this. I’m tired. I’m tired of doing homework. I’m tired of flipping through pages and pages and finding no answers, no words that can capture my feelings. I’m tired. Fuck.
I need to write this review but it’s turning more into a rant.
I just ate some food and now I’m tired. I don’t want Monday to happen, I just want to sleep and never wake up.
I still have to blog about my Friday and fuck I haven’t touched my camera yet. It’s less than three hours till I miss my day 28.
I don’t know what to do tomorrow. Or Friday. I don’t think my teacher would let me be absent for her class. I think I’m going to fail Theology.
I have to finish this review. Even if it isn’t in Tagalog.
It irks me to have no words to write when I need to and it baffles me how constant I long to write when I don’t have a pen or a paper or even a cellphone to text to. My timing is bullshit.
My mouth moves so much better than my fingers. Omg that just sounds so wrong. Omg what is wrong with me.
It’s so much easier for me to utter words and speak them rather than putting them down in ink. I don’t know why. I guess I’m just like that. Fuck I have to finish the review.
Oh my Godric Gryffindor I need to finish this.
The Little Prince is a lovely book and you should read it if you want to find meaning in your life. Okay. Read it!
Shit. I’m losing my train of thought. My mind is filled with worries already.
EDP.
ENGLISH.
FILIPINO.
THEOLOGY. I can’t believe I think I’m going to fail Theology. I mean, who fails at Theology? Fuck.
I just have to finish EDP so I my weekend would be productive. I haven’t blogged at all. Fuck. I hate my life. I need coke.
The Little Prince taught me to value my friends and be grateful for them. It taught me that I am responsible for them.
shitIcantdothisImgoingtodiepleasehelpmeicantdothisthisistoohorribleandughihatethis
I feel lost.
This book was supposed to help me but instead I hated the world more.
It made me hate growing up. It made me want to be a child forever. I just want to die.
Help.
I’m sleepy.
My emotions are more fucked than usual.
I need to finish editing pictures.
Queen of Procrastination.
The Little Prince is a simply a book about life. It teaches how a person should live and how a person can be thankful for his/her life.
Omg.
The Little Prince taught me to be grateful, to notice the little things that we pass by without a second look. It taught me that love needed sacrifice and that you couldn’t really leave a person once you’ve made ties with him/her. I read it when I was younger and it had no appeal to me. For me it was simply a book with pictures of planets and snakes and sheep with words I could not have comprehended when I was younger. It was merely something that I ran my eyes through with no initiative in knowing what it really meant.
But as I grew up and borrowed the book from my older brother on a boring summer afternoon, I did not feel as if my eyes were reading it, but somewhat, my heart.
It struck me how grown-ups could be so forbidding, so shallow and empty of art. Geography, arithmetic, grammar and history were the things they wanted children to know; all academic. I’m not saying that these things don’t matter but most of the time they forget that the things that matter most are the things that one can’t grasp or see but rather, feel.
I don’t know how to properly write my feelings for this book because I know my words would not give the book justice. It would not be enough to say that this book is brilliant or wonderful or life-changing because omg I just love this book so much it hurts.
But because I am obliged to finish this project and even though I know that my starting is quite rubbish and I’m turning into an emotional wreck because this book is too beautiful and I’m far too inept at putting words together and forming something that could give this brilliant work of art justice, I shall continue.
Pardon the word flailing and expect caps locks.
The thing I love most about this book is the rose. For most people it signifies love for your lover but I see it as plain, pure, platonic, love. Maybe because I’ve been acting like the rose far too long that I see myself in it and that I’ve never had a proper relationship where I loved a guy and he loved me back but for some unexplained reason I can see friendship in it. Sure, love is always associated with friendship so I can’t really say that love is undermined in this context but YOU GET THE GIST I SEE IT AS FRIENDSHIP OKAY.
Lol. I just remembered a moment when our teacher asked the class who read The Little Prince and because I hate attention so much and most of the time I get really scared because I hate eyes looking at me I didn’t raise my hand but omg the class said “Sofia!” because I had that book for my English book report and all and anyway, the teacher asked me (INSTEAD OF THAT CLASSMATE THAT ALSO RAISED HIS HAND) what I thought about the rose and I muttered, “Friendship” and my teacher was like, “What? Friendship? Then you’re like a dog pining over the owner” I forgot what she said it was in Tagalog and I guess she meant that the prince was sort of like a maid and the rose was its master and that’s totally unhealthy when you compare it to friendship.
OMG I THINK I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING.
What if I’m the rose and I’m treating my prince like some maid?
Now I feel guilty. And really bad. Fuck.
I’m sorry. I’ll carry on now. I have to finish this essay and be done with it, or at least some parts of it.
The Little Prince loved his rose and the rose loved him back, she just didn’t want to show it. She was beautiful, vain and incredibly proud and I reckon it was in her nature that she didn’t show much appreciation towards the prince because like I said, she was proud. OMG I JUST READ PARTS OF IT AGAIN AND OMG MY FEELINGS I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE.
"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Okay. I’ll calm down. Remember when I said it was platonic? Well clearly it wasn’t but if I could relate it with myself it would be platonic.
Carrying on!
…..
….
…
I really don’t want to do this. I’m tired. I’m tired of doing homework. I’m tired of flipping through pages and pages and finding no answers, no words that can capture my feelings. I’m tired. Fuck.
I need to write this review but it’s turning more into a rant.
I just ate some food and now I’m tired. I don’t want Monday to happen, I just want to sleep and never wake up.
I still have to blog about my Friday and fuck I haven’t touched my camera yet. It’s less than three hours till I miss my day 28.
I don’t know what to do tomorrow. Or Friday. I don’t think my teacher would let me be absent for her class. I think I’m going to fail Theology.
I have to finish this review. Even if it isn’t in Tagalog.
It irks me to have no words to write when I need to and it baffles me how constant I long to write when I don’t have a pen or a paper or even a cellphone to text to. My timing is bullshit.
My mouth moves so much better than my fingers. Omg that just sounds so wrong. Omg what is wrong with me.
It’s so much easier for me to utter words and speak them rather than putting them down in ink. I don’t know why. I guess I’m just like that. Fuck I have to finish the review.
Oh my Godric Gryffindor I need to finish this.
The Little Prince is a lovely book and you should read it if you want to find meaning in your life. Okay. Read it!
Shit. I’m losing my train of thought. My mind is filled with worries already.
EDP.
ENGLISH.
FILIPINO.
THEOLOGY. I can’t believe I think I’m going to fail Theology. I mean, who fails at Theology? Fuck.
I just have to finish EDP so I my weekend would be productive. I haven’t blogged at all. Fuck. I hate my life. I need coke.
The Little Prince taught me to value my friends and be grateful for them. It taught me that I am responsible for them.
shitIcantdothisImgoingtodiepleasehelpmeicantdothisthisistoohorribleandughihatethis
I feel lost.
This book was supposed to help me but instead I hated the world more.
It made me hate growing up. It made me want to be a child forever. I just want to die.
Help.
I’m sleepy.
My emotions are more fucked than usual.
I need to finish editing pictures.
Queen of Procrastination.
This is obviously unfinished and I am ashamed of it. I don't want to sleep. I want to sleep. I dread Mondays. I hate Mondays. I just want to disappear. Homework pisses me off.
I need sleep,
Sofie
P.S Please help me translate this and help me finish my book review if you're still reading this! :D