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.

The Senior Life first half Blast

Oh yes. I feel like I am only a kiddie few days ago, and now, look, I am currently surviving the last year of my stay as a college student. It was only few years back then when all the elders in my town looks so proud of youngsters who are going to enter college, yet without even noticing the passage of time, I am about to exit it already. Oh God, please be there always and guide my way! :)

This sem has been so much of a hell for me. No joke. I actually don't study so much because I already grew lazy studying. hehe. However, I am always forced to study quite a little, or else I won't be able to pass my subjects. The subjects pressured me a lot, had to submit so many things, had to go on overnights, and had to stay awake 24 hours at some times just to be able to finish a requirement.

Thank's God I was able to pass my subjects though I almost thought of failing at some of it.

Just one more semester, and I am off to another more complicated life. Actually, I am now on the struggle of deciding whether to pursue law school or not. I am more of a not-into-it-anymore, but I am not sure if I am ready to be an adult now. I have lost all my auras in studying, and reading, and reading, and reading, and reading, and reading, and reaaaaaaaaadiiiing a lot. I hope I am not as lazy as this. Well, to whatever I am destined to be, God be with me :)

I just did some nasty things lately, and I hope everything turns smooth. I am becoming quite a head sore, and a mess. lol. Be Good now, little girl. Just ONE BLAST, and you'll make it through!

AJA.AJA.AJA. :)

Fate

Heeya. I miss this blog a lot, & I just had to post something because I feel like I left the blog rusting for long. Though I don't write well, I just miss how I usually compose poems & essays before to express my sadness and whatnots. Anyways, I just found an old essay on my ipod so I think it is qualified to be posted here. Hehe. Goodnight!

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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. J

Shift

I was the best back then
cared for, loved, and appreciated,
seen with stars and radiance visage.
I was the best back then,
in her arms.

I was the luckiest
secured, adored, and kept to be stayed for,
accepted amidst the truth behind scars.
I was the luckiest,
she was the queen.

I was a jerk
fooled around, played, and vanished,
ended the flicker, fashioned mar.
I was a jerk,
in her caprice.

Then I was the loser,
abhorred, replaced, and forgotten,
remembered with prickles on my face.
I was the loser back then,
she wasn’t my girl.

I was the most stupid,
I wasn’t the man,
when she was prettiest.