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There's not much to say about me right now. Though I have a few thoughts drifting in and out the transom of my mind for the last couple of days - they are all entirely loads of bull.
What troubles me is what troubles every student at the end of every semester. Grading season is here and my classmates have seen their pitfalls and glory implied by the numbers in their IUIS. As for me, my sad life requires me to get the best of me for my grade in Practicum Teaching is still on hold since my critic teacher hasn't given me the grade yet. I'm really trying not to lose my cool here for the sole reason that I have much respect left for him, but I'm already trying so hard, I don't know if I can bear this any longer. Why can't he just give me the grade already? He doesn't have to make so much effort in doing so. All he needs to do is give me the grade due me. Is that really so hard?
I haven't run since Saturday night and I ate like five pieces of butterscotch today. I'm feeling guilty again. Ahh. Whatever.
I'm going to work on my thesis tomorrow till Friday. I have not much time left. Our final thesis defense will probably be on the last week of November. I have to finish this thing as soon as possible and be prepared for the big thing.
I will do my internship this semester. Still thinking about the possibilities. There has been a change of plans though. Turns out, I'm not gonna be able to apply at the SSS. I'm looking forward to a position in telemarketing. Let's just see what my destiny holds for me on this.
Aha! I'm officially a Spire editor. Spire is the yearbook of the University. I am overwhelmed by our list of things to accomplish but I'm so very passionate about this opportunity that has fallen upon me. I'm excited to work with the curriculum and the alumni office.
The only thing that I haven't yet fulfilled in my bucket list for this semester is getting my ears pierced. Why can't I find the time to do this?
I'm halfway through my marathoning of How I Met Your Mother Season 7. I have finished the four episodes of Season 8 just before I wrote this post and I have been the happiest me tonight.
This morning, my girl friends and I went to a long overdue trip to a beach in Oton. I feel refreshed from the rip. I had fun playing in the cool water like a kid again, taking snapshots of the place, getting sunburnt on my arms and cheeks, tracing footprints in the brown sand, eating junk, and talking to my girls. Awesome way to spend my morning that I had to sleep the entire afternoon.
After so many nights I'm feeling surprisingly un-overwhelmed by the future. This doesn't happen often, so I guess I will milk it while it lasts. I am just starting to feel that things will work out one way or another, and right now I really do not have much control over anything other than how hard I've been working to make my dreams happen, so what use is worrying, really?
Life hasn't been perfect lately, there's been lots of ups and downs. And yet -- I am okay. I've been incredibly happy before, sure, but it's been a long, long time since I've been incredibly happy when things are far from perfect. And I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I'd like to think that this is a sign that I have grown and matured as a person and that I am slowly but surely finding peace within myself.
And probably, the reason of me being okay is my family and my friends. Thanks for making my everyday tolerable. Thanks for showing you care.
This morning, my girl friends and I went to a long overdue trip to a beach in Oton. I feel refreshed from the rip. I had fun playing in the cool water like a kid again, taking snapshots of the place, getting sunburnt on my arms and cheeks, tracing footprints in the brown sand, eating junk, and talking to my girls. Awesome way to spend my morning that I had to sleep the entire afternoon.
After so many nights I'm feeling surprisingly un-overwhelmed by the future. This doesn't happen often, so I guess I will milk it while it lasts. I am just starting to feel that things will work out one way or another, and right now I really do not have much control over anything other than how hard I've been working to make my dreams happen, so what use is worrying, really?
Life hasn't been perfect lately, there's been lots of ups and downs. And yet -- I am okay. I've been incredibly happy before, sure, but it's been a long, long time since I've been incredibly happy when things are far from perfect. And I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I'd like to think that this is a sign that I have grown and matured as a person and that I am slowly but surely finding peace within myself.
And probably, the reason of me being okay is my family and my friends. Thanks for making my everyday tolerable. Thanks for showing you care.
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