Tuesday, June 24, 2008

life's anguish

I can’t believe I am saying this. This is so not me. But, it is soooo hard to forget. The hardest thing to do is to move on. Forgetting is impossible. Memories can be kept forever but grief can be suffered eternally.

Now I understand why there thousands who commit suicide and metal hospitals are fully-loaded. This is all the information I can give you, forgive me.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


I am 19 OMG, I hate getting older (yearly). As a child, I would love to grow older and I would look forward to every birthday. But things change, another year and I cannot call myself as a teenager. School started and I had a hard time enrolling myself with some circumstances that even I, cannot understand. I am now under the College of Arts and Sciences, not CBA as what I thought would be my family until the day I graduate. I don’t have anything against it but it’s just hard to accept that I will leave the “family” that I considered for two years. I can’t imagine myself wearing green (although I love green better that yellow) during sportfest and u-week. Whatever. I am not that affected with it since I am not so active in college activities now, only in my academic club, which is also in CAS now. Though I had enormous activities with several CBA officers, I am thankful that I’ve experienced being in both colleges. I just loved CBA so much that I loved it more than my course!

I know that this is super late but I just want to talk about my summer.

When classes were still ongoing, I had a plan to take summer classes to at least entertain myself since holy week was early and I had no conflict with anything. But I changed my mind when I decided to just enjoy summer. I didn’t take summer classes because I thought that I can sill catch up with all my subjects anyways. I won’t be taking up another major for the sake of being relaxed.

Now, I am grateful of my decision since I encountered a lot of amusing times with memorable people. The events might be scattered but all of those little things made it extra special. I won’t disregard this meticulous summer for the rest of my life.

This blog entry has the purpose solely to post something. I ran out of ideas, forgiveness.