title: I have moved! Still trying to figure out how to fix wordpress layouts, but for now, let me introduce you to my new site:
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title: When all is said and done. Keep flaunting. Keep strutting. Rub it in my face for all I care. Good to know you have a new belle to show. But guess what: I simply do not give a damn.
I'm happy with my life. I enjoy its pace and direction. I don't need some random ex to ruin everything for me because I have moved on and I am more than contented enough with my new beau. That's that. That's the way it's going to be. |
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title: That is the question. I was in a daze as the week went by. I garnered excellent test scores in my Filipino class but did very shabbily in my first quiz in Chemistry, sad to say. Most of my classes have been rather dull. One particular subject teaches us about the life and works of J. P. Rizal (I still cannot fathom why and how he became our national hero) and I witnessed most of my classmates on the verge of slipping into a coma.
I am very grateful for my iTouch, because it has helped me survive the extremely boring lectures and wordy sermons of my professors. The girls in front of me were actually doodling at the back of their notebooks. One classmate of mine fell asleep, and there was a speck of drool on his paper when he had awakened. Yes, that's how my week went. Not much of a thrill. I visited my boyfriend today and I enjoyed myself. I am hoping that he had a marvellous time too. Out of boredom, I explored Facebook and I was tagged by one of my friends to audition for the music ministry of our church. Ah, audition. Such a frightening word. I can still recall the many times I had to audition for dancing, singing, and acting-- how my breath would be all shaky, how my hands would be cold and clammy, and how my knees would buckle as I stood before the panel. I can sing, I can carry a tune. I have taken voice lessons from professionals-- but can I handle the stage fright? I remember how my previous auditions went: not very good. I need to learn how to stop being nervous because I do things terribly. And, well, I am just really afraid of getting rejected. To audition or to not audition? I have two weeks to think about it. |
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title: Today is the third week of second term.
First term ended during the start of September, and I can just write so much about it. I have fulfilled my duties as the class president, as well as my tasks as a student on scholarship. So far, I have stellar grades and a scintillating record as an officer. I am currently a Dean's Lister and an honor student. The remaining months of first term have been rocky for me. I was constantly under pressure and I carried the burden of looking after my classmates and reminding them of the current requirements needed to be submitted. I can still recall those times I broke down while trying to study for a test because I just didn't know what to do anymore. I didn't know how to handle the stress since I was still testing the waters. My acquiescence was visible, and I was prepared to raise that white flag of resignation. But it was not the end. Time management and symmetry were acquired. I learned how to segregate my problems and thoughts, which resulted to a good conduct, excellent grades, prosperous friendships, and a budding relationship with my boyfriend. I'm on to my second term now, and my subjects and schedule are more arduous and burdensome. Sleepless nights due to excessive studying are part of my lifestyle now, as well as reading 3 chapters per subject in a day. I would normally respond to all the stress and pressure in a belligerent manner, but I realized that you get nothing from your acrimonious remarks. I want to see the glass half full, so I'm done being impatient and negative all the time. The second term has begun, but it doesn't really matter how you commence, but how you finish. College is indeed a survival of the fittest, and only the strong-willed live. |
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title: Second thoughts. It's been so long since I last figure skated, and I can say that I'm starting to miss it now. I was looking at my ice skates earlier, and they still look new, untouched, and hardly broken in.
Skating was more than a sport to me-- It was the perfect release of my emotions and everything I'm feeling deep inside. I love it because, well, it keeps me cold. And it just calms me. I'm thinking of going back and pursuing it. But then maybe I'm just scared. |
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title: A happy Thursday for me! Finally! Term break begins today.
So what if it's only for a week? So what if it's too short? So what if we're the only school on break? Hahaha this is where the whole "beggars can't be choosers" come in. I've been begging for a break ever since college began. Life is really stressful in school, and only the strong-willed survive. I went to school today to submit my English portfolio, then I went to Ateneo to visit Espa after. It was so much fun. We had lunch and Wicked Oreos for dessert (if you haven't tried it, I swear, you're missing half your life) then we went to watch CAT practice in the high school field. I had so much fun, and I hope Espa enjoyed too. Today was just amazing, and I finally got to experience a happy Thursday. Looking forward to my one week vacation, and I can't complain, because it's better than nothing--oh and the fact that I got my schedule for next term and we still don't have classes during Fridays. Oh yeah! |
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