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June 21, 2009 at 2:47 pm | In Goals, Personal | Leave a CommentFinally, I achieved one of my goals: to be called out to recite in a class and actually answer the question! Finally. Since classes started, I have been itching to recite just because I feel that my efforts in studying is completely being thrown out the window with every missed opportunity to actually use that understanding.
But despite the need to study at least 8 hours a day and sleep less than 7 hours a day, it has been fun and fulfilling. Apparently, people could see that even though I lack sleep and I’m haggard most of the time, you could see how happy I am with what I’m doing. It’s tiring most of the time, but you still go at it every morning.
In more instances than one, it only becomes a matter of perspective. If you really want what you’re doing and enjoy it, every little thing that appears to be a burden and even every hurdle, you only see as a challenge – something that you can actually overcome. It’s not even a burden. Nothing can and will bring you down because you love what you do and sometimes, even though people can’t understand why, you just do it because it makes you happy – no matter how crappy you look.
So excuse me if I have to wear make-up just to cover my eyebags and my pale complexion. It’s something I have to do so that I wouldn’t look like a Twilight vampire. Excuse me if I either eat a lot or none at all whenever I hang-out with other people. Excuse me if I have to dance the way I do just to keep myself awake. Excuse me if I talk to myself just to understand the lessons and memorize them.
But I love this. I really do. I wouldn’t leave it for a million bucks.
After Thought
June 21, 2009 at 12:24 am | In Personal, Reflections, Thoughts | Leave a CommentHonestly and seriously, this sucks.
It’s not theĀ feeling that sucks, but the fact that I really hurt someone, makes me feel less like a human being.
I don’t regret what I said and did, but I never saw it from his perspective… Just like how he never saw it from mine when it happened before. I’m not exactly saying that we’re already “even,” or that I did it so that he’d know what it felt like.
I can’t believe how selfish that decision was. Selfish. But I wouldn’t have decided otherwise given the chance anyway. I took everything into consideration… except his feelings. Of all the things to forget, it was that. What an ass, I am. I know. Damn it. That’s the reason why it sucks.
Couldn’t even deduce why he did the things he did. Couldn’t even appreciate the 1am calls to help. Couldn’t even be thankful for being there without the need to be. Couldn’t even understand why he did the things he did.
So please, next time, if ever there will be a next time, no mixed signals please. Tell me your intentions and don’t do things that wouldn’t even tangentially meet the purpose of your actions.
I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. How was I supposed to know what you’d feel and what to think of your actions when you left me because I felt that way about you?
But honestly, I’m happy with that decision. Just this. Tell me, what do you call what we had? And if you didn’t find the need to tell it to me back then, I just need to know, did you ever?
Note to Self
June 6, 2009 at 9:27 pm | In Thoughts | Leave a CommentDon’t confess until the right time. And the right time is when I choose it.
Forgotten
June 3, 2009 at 5:14 pm | In Personal | Leave a CommentSome thing happened months ago and I only remembered it clearly during The Morning Rush today when I was supposed to answer the top 10. And yes, it only came to me a few minutes before closing the show. It happened, as far as I can remember, on January 31 after BILOG. Talk about repression: I wasn’t fully aware that that happened, only until today. I guess it’s a memory that I wanted to preserve so bad that I shut out that memory so that no one could possibly take it from me. Or possibly, it hurt too much back then that I just chose to forget.
So what am I talking about? My entry for the top 10. Enough said.
Now, apparently, it’s my Dad’s 15th death anniversary tomorrow. And I dunno. My Tita asked me if we’re throwing a celebration, then I said, “Ah. Kailangan ba magpaparty kapag death anniversary?”
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