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    Ayson, Maria Elline S.

    ME 1D December 10, 2018


    Purposive Communication BLOG

    random/not so random Thoughts of a random/not so random Me in a random/not so


    random Blog

    A DAY IN A LIFE___ MY LIFE IN A


    DAY______________________________.

    November 29, 2018 (Thursday)

    •••••06:06•••••
    My waking was not a serene one, I felt extremely tired but needed to wake, so I
    woke.

    •••••08:38•••••
    For my waking was terrible, I decided to go to school early, not that I have anything
    major to do considering today is the final day of my college's U Days (University
    Days)). I blinked my eyes as the sunlight hit my face on the jeep ride towards my
    college and I thought of the day that lay ahead; it frightened me a bit, the uncertainness.
    Not knowing what the hours, minutes, and seconds will hold, yet I cannot do anything
    about it. The day wants to pass, it has to, needs to, and what better thing to do now than
    to let it so and enjoy the moment with a poem?
    I am currently sitting in one of the blue tables of the "big canteen" overlooking some
    booths that the students have put up for the event. I see them bustling around getting
    ready to provide for their customers...and I put my earphones on. I browse my phone
    for my "poem of the day" and I stumbled upon an author, J.R.R. Tolkien, and his poem,
    "All Wood Must Fail".
    " ALL WOODS MUST FAIL"
    - O! Wanderers in the shadowed land
    Despair not! For though dark they
    stand,
    All woods there be must end at last,
    The poem is right, surely l should not despair for though the day has its adversities,
    there will come a time when all adversities will be no more, so will not worry about the
    rest of the day for now...I will crawl towards something else now, but what?

    •••••12:00•••••
    I found nothing exciting to do at school, so now I am at my friend's boarding house,
    watching a tv series on her laptop.
    - And see the open sun go past:
    The setting sun, the rising sun,
    It is half of the day now, I've been through boredom, sadness, and joy till I got to
    this point. Now I think about my experiences as the sun moved its way through the
    skies, and my thoughts focus on my friends and family. There are times that I strongly
    hate them and times that I extremely love them. They are the ones that are the closest to
    me as a person and even though my relationship with them had some rough patches, I
    believe that these are bonds that will live through time, forever.
    And so I am grateful for my friend and her tv show. They allow me to stand on my
    two feet and bring me comfort in my most tiring half-a-day.

    •••••19:07•••••
    I have arrived home and I am lying on my bed. I increse the volume of my music. I
    close my eyes but do not sleep; I try to remember my day. Did I live alright? Did I live
    good? Did I live it as I would have for myself?
    - The day's end, or the day begun.
    For east or west all woods must
    fail.
    Remembering brings me happiness and sadness, but that is only natural; it is ok.
    What is not, is holding on to our regrets. I have let them go as I dragged my wizened
    body to bed earlier.

    •••••00:00•••••
    I have walked my final journey for this day. I stumbled a bit, but I still got up and
    that is the most important thing. I still lay in my bed, lights out, the darkness envelopes
    me. Now, I close my eyes and slowly drift to sleep.
    And as I near a pitch black that I will never escape from, I breathed a sigh, my last
    sigh.
    "Indeed, all woods must fail," I thought, my last thought.

    ••••••••••END OF BLOG••••••••••

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