Christmas Reunion

First Blast of Summer

This summer is definitely different from my previous summer vacations. I am no longer just waiting for the next semester, not just resting for the next school year, nor chilling because of the stress of the previous school days. It's a vacation for me to think over where I really want to head to, what I really want to do.

Yaaaay. I should enjoy it this time!!!

8 days!

Try and Fail but do not Fail to TRY.

Hello! Finally, the count down is over. I will be marching this March 30. It's indeed a mixed emotions. This graduation is not just like what I had when I was in Elementary nor in High School. It's really one of the biggest curve of my life. I had to choose between working, or studying again! Or maybe, both at the same time.

I just saw the UP Law Aptitude Exam Results last night and my name was not there! Haha. Out of almost 3,000 applicants, only 200 were lucky enough to be a part of it. Congratulations to them, and I hope they would be a great lawyers five to six years from now. On the other hand, I think I am not yet ready for law school, if that's what I really wanted. I have been sure of wanting to become Atty. Darian Kaye until two years ago. When I was about to become a Junior, everything felt like it's no longer constant. It's still my favorite dream, but then I think I have to be sure first. ;)

It's my Baccalaureate Mass this afternoon, and we will now go out in the Arc of the Century! That was four years ago when I first entered the Arc of my University, and I can't believe how time flies so fast. I will definitely hold my tears later.

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Last night, I went out with the boyfriend. We went to St. Jude of Thaddeus, and it was my first time to actually enter Mendiola. Aside from going to San Beda last year for our Law Application. We actually had to walk an extra distance, and it wasn't a nice thing on our way back home since I have a menstrual cramps. We had dinner near my dormitory, and the lady served me the the wrong order. Instead of pork steak, she gave me Pork Si. hahaha. I just accepted the food since we're already hungry. While eating, the babe kept on exchanging his foods to mine because he saw it takes to for me to chop the pork, lol.

"Ayan, para di mo na hiwain."

How sweet. Haha. Anyway, yesterday was fun. Hope today is too.

GOD BLESS :)

70 days before Graduation!

Hello! It has been a long struggle for me to reach this stage, and I can't believe I am going to graduate soon. It's  a very dynamic 15 years of studying, and though it's sad to accept that college life will soon be over, I am also excited to look forward to a more complicated, ecstatic life. I don't know where I will be heading to, but I am praying to God that He will guide me to the right path so I may never be tempted to follow the wrong one.

I still have to finish my Thesis, and our business proposal, but I know, it's just one shake away!!!

My Formal shot.

This goes for my fashion shot. Yes I know, not so fashionable. Haha.

And hello!!! My Graduation Picture! :)

I am not just that satisfied because I feel like there is something missing in the picture, shouldn't I be wearing a medal or something? Anyways... I'm starting the count down, I hope I would really be able to make it. :)

Same Old Stories

This is an old essay I found on my other blog, it is just so sad that I no longer know the password of that blog. I want to deactivate it because I wanted to stick here on blogger.  Anyways, I miss blogging! There's so many things I should have posted, but then I am so busy lazy that's why. I will write poems and essays, and take pictures again after we're done with thesis! hooza booza, few days before graduation =)

People run away from things they are supposed to face. People hide, and people back out of fate. They always move towards the direction against where they are supposed to spend their journey. They veer from the voyage where they rightfully belong. It doesn’t seem right, but it seems realistic. This is the world – the home of human beings… beings that aren’t perfect, and beings that, most of the time, make imperfection an excuse not to do what is right.
I have been a victim of lies and dramas. I have been a target for tricks and fools. I have been what everybody else has, and I have been there to learn, not to hurt.

We all experience pains and snags –
We all get ditched by our friends; somebody rang over the phone, wants to talk to you, and invite you over a party hey ho, hey ho, but you have to spare a lot of gold and efforts, and still you go ‘cause he’s a friend. One day, you we’re discarded by your lover and you call over that friend who invited you to a party so you would have somebody to comfort you, but he makes the worst excuses ‘cause he doesn’t feel like going out. Yeah right, whatever!

We all go through the ache of falling in love… with the bad guy, if not, the wrong one. No, I mean the wrong time. You give your all, you love the most, you surrender your heart, give up everything you have, but in the end, it’s either he finds somebody else hotter and prettier than you, or he simply falls out of love. Same old stories, one takes away the smiles, and the other weep for the pains.

We all know how it feels in failing a grade. Well for the jerks? Maybe getting a grade that doesn’t suffice their expectations. You do your best, you study well, you research a lot, and in the end, your professor’s basis of giving a rating is just how much he likes, or, how much you look good, or otherwise.

We all get scolded. You wanted to go out with your peers but you mom and dad didn’t allow you. It’s because you’re mamsie & pappy are just too 60’s or they’re just so strict, or they’re just so overprotective or this and that. Pick your choice.

No matter what difficulties you make a story with, no matter how many times you share it to others, everybody has the same darn stories. You exist, you suffer, you get happy, and tada! You live. That’s life, hassles aren’t just a part of a test, it is simply a part of life. What’s important is after you have been taken down, you still struggle of standing up.

Well, no matter how I have been betrayed, hurt, and undignified, I am still me, and it’s still my life. That is what makes me, ME.