Went to this Poetry workshop today.

Honestly, I don't think I even listened much since I was too busy talking to Jem and Rob. This guy, Ilagan person, who's a poet, kept on contradicting with whatever I said. I just got too tired of saying what I had in mind so I kept quiet.

So this is what I get from saying what I had in mind. I see.

But at least today I received good news from kuya Lev. He wanted me to be a guest photographer this September for his fashion thingy. I just hope I get contacted again. That would be quite awesome.

I also wrote poetry a few hours ago. But... I don't know. I'm not satisfied.

Since poetry, as that poet person enlightened me earlier, wasn't all about expressing oneself and all that shit. So... I don't know. It's as if... I don't know how to really express myself anymore.

I'm confused and I feel a bit lost.

Poetry is my passion and if I don't know what it really is... I don't know anymore.

So. Saturday night. I'll prolly just commute to Alabang and stay over at Kyle's house. Hopefully papa allows me. :)

I suddenly feel tired inside.