over and almost over
the semester is almost over. another five months in my school calendar went by too fast. not that it didn’t give me hard times. it did a lot of times, i am sure of this. it’s just that i can’t remember the hard times anymore. weird but yes, i am having selective amnesia. this isn’t good, for your info. i can’t seem to enjoy the virtual vacation that i have because i can’t remember the stress i felt during the past months. how can i enjoy something good if i don’t know the feeling of experiencing something bad. weird.. weird.
i say almost over because it is not really over yet. we still have one major requirement to pass this week. i hope we’ll be able to pull it off. i badly need the uno. swear.
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i have something to share before i end this post. last friday, we took our third and last exam in statistics. i wonder why everybody were muttering how hard the test was when in my opinion it was not that much difficult. even yela, my math genius classmate had a hard time. some, rather most, were saying that this was the hardest of the three exams. the one that gave me the hardest time was the second.
skittles and piatos
i just want to remember this day. today is when nikki, zappie and i went to seven eleven to ‘de-stress’. nothing too special about this day besides the fact that i enjoyed their company this much to make me write here in my blog just so when i read this post years from now, i’ll be remembering this day when after a really stressing and energy-sucking day, we all went out and ate chips and skittles over tons of laughter and stories.
how i hope this is not the last time. i won’t let this be the last time.
where arth thou, my love?
i am getting addicted again to reading books. pocketbooks in particular. love stories, to be more specific. yeah, sorry to tell you that i am really a mushy person. there’s nothing really wrong with it. in fact it is a good stress reliever. i just hate the fact that it takes much of my time reading when i could’ve used the precious time writing my journal manuscript.
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actually, it doesn’t matter to me if i waste my time on these books. in a way, i feel happy reading them and then it is not a waste of time anymore. how can something that made one happy be a waste? it just can’t be.
the real problem is it makes me realize things that i am not sure if i should be aware of. i mean, i am already ok being this way, should i really be made aware of the things i lack? it is not even in my hands to ‘acquire’ it even if i want to. in the end, knowing about ‘it’ puts me in a depressing situation.
which leads me into thinking, since i already am aware of ‘its’ existence, why don’t i have it?
am i not worthy of having it? [no.]
am i not good enough? [that couldn't be.]
am i lacking the charm to lure it into my lair? [huwaw.]
what? [answer me.]
hai. God must have a really good reason for its non-existence in my life.
