Don’t jump into conclusions. You might find yourself falling to your own death.
One random day, I felt blah and decided to change my surroundings, head outdoors and enjoy the sunshine. Of course I brought my Teddy bear.
I brought a book too. It’s Hirahara Naomi’s “1001 Cranes”. Very inspirational, I tell you. But of course Kadohata Cynthia’s Kira Kira still ranks first in my Asian Literature list.
I also had the soul to visit Peter today. He is my dad’s chicken and he’s a very.very.fat.one too. I insisted on having him named as Minhwan when he was still a chick, but I don’t know what happened.
Loving the outdoors
Ended the day with a little treat.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I actually miss school. I miss UPLB. But I still feel nervous thinking of having MATH11 this semester. Nevertheless, here I come, prepared and fully clothed in armor for battle! I already borrowed some MATH11 notes.
There are just so many things I want to do, and I feel like there’s not enough time to do it. I feel like I’m holding on to the final inches of the rope.
Recently, the university released final grades for the first semester. (Thank heavens because I survived and passed all my subjects)
This also created a turmoil between some of my high school classmates who happen to be my school mates now. One of my classmates posted something about being irritated with GC people, and I even had the guts to comment sarcastically "My 2.75 is ashamed of his/her 1.25 Hahahaha" not knowing that my classmate was referring to my other classmate and it hurt when this certain classmate suddenly sent a text message yadda yadda defending herself.
I myself am irritated with grade conscious people. I cringe whenever I hear other dormers complaining of their 1.75’s or even their 1.25’s, but I realized, what is wrong with me then? What is wrong with people who get irritated with GC people?
Is it envy?
Or I just don’t know what to do with my life that time?
I asked myself about this questions and I was admitted guilty for the three crimes.
When you find yourself succumbing to irritation and you feel like already punching a GC, remain calm, put your right hand to your left chest, and ask yourself: What would I get from punching him/her?
To the grade conscious, why are you so conscious and why broadcast it?
Laceration? (I doubt this)
Or do you just sincerely just care about your grades?
To the grade conscious, I ask only one thing from you. Don’t complain about your "failing" 1.50 to your friends who are already sinking, crying for help because of their 4.00. That would be rude. It’s like laughing over someone in a 50-50 situation.
Today’s occurrence was a wake-up call for me. There’s nothing wrong with being conscious of your grade. Rather calling someone a GC person, why not address him or her as someone who cares about his or her grades. I too care about my grades though I remain complacent about it.
Every student cares about his or her grade. I think it would be quite absurd for students to remain non-nonchalant about their future and not care at all even if they’re in their 1st year for four years already.
My TFIOS feels.
Browsed through my Facebook account and saw some of my previous doodles.
Lost some of my random notebooks containing my comic strips. Bummer. I know they’re not that good or worthy to be ogled by the critical eyes, but still, I shed blood and sweat for those things!
I guess being a doodler (?) is the only thing I know I would never be someone in the future. But hey, dreaming is no crime.
I am glad I am myself.
If I could die and choose to be another person in another life, I would choose to be myself.
If I was given an option to be the queen of England or the president of the United States in my next life, I would still choose me.
Yes, there were instances that I wished I was this or that. I had my own ludicrous lapses that forced me to look at my own ridiculousness.
People hurt me. People insult me. People bash me. People hate me.
But these lapses were culpable for my advancement.
In my next life, I would still choose my baggy shirts and my messy hair, my melancholy and even my corpulent shins.
I would choose my imperfect grammar and my lengthy, insignificant sentences over all the pleasures the world can give me.
Yes, I would still choose my imperfectly perfect self because there’s no one else I would rather be in this world.
Development Communication was not my choice. Taking it created a bigger wall or this vague path I don’t know how to get through. I don’t know. Sometimes I just try to think of all the possibilities and I just can’t think of one.
Got my initial schedule for the upcoming semester! Systemone was in my favor (I guess) for giving 16 out of 19 units. MATH11! (I don’t know if this is a good thing, or a bad thing)