Monday, August 30, 2010

I know it's lame

but I took one of these personality(?) tests about what should be on my bucket list and it says
I SHOULD LEARN A FOREING effing LANGUAGE!


Haha, it's actually quite funny. Spanish keeps following me around and I know I'll eventually be good (fluent) at speaking it, I'm sure--after this semester, I will have to enroll at this institute near the school.

I have the [my] money already, I just need time! :) Im so excited to be muy bien at Spanish!
haha, see how i suck after five months of no spanish lessons? i can only use the basic phrases now, how embarassing!

BUT I WILL REDEEM MYSELF! thanks for reminding me, blogthings!

From Saturday (29Aug2010)

It's all coming back to back where it all was. I thought everything is finally good here at home, with me transferring to LB for my father's happiness. And after some few weeks of smiles and laughter, we're back to tears and banging doors in each other's faces.

For the past weeks, I thought I'm already in a good place here in los banos. That even though I was not okay with being&studying here, at least I was happy when I get home. The past weeks were beautiful, I did good in school and then come home to spend time with the family out of town for the weekend. And now, it's over.

I feel so horrible, and it just sucks to know that I really thought everything was working out. Maybe that's why I like[d] it in Diliman. Because there was so much to do and so when I didnt want to face all the drama at home I could just stay in the city and take in all of the new things I could do. In los banos, it's so dull [at least for me.]. It's a wonderful place, Im sure but somehow, it does not really hold anything that can expand my horizons and love for different cultures. Ive always been someone who liked doing things alone because then, I can just do things how I like them. I have friends here, yes. I could call them and ask them to hang out but somehow, I feel like my ideals and interests have grown so far from theirs. It'd be very nice to see and talk to them once in a while but sadly, I think Ive grown out of being with them.

Thinking about these stuff make me seem troubled and broken. I hope not, because I have really been trying to be happy and see the positive things out of all the bad. It's just these things that I feel, I have no idea what to make of them.

Plus, I miss meeting people who makes more sense of life. Here in LB, [most of] the people I encounter here cares so much about fitting in and not having to be seen alone.It's like high school over again. Maybe that's why some people notice that Im mostly alone here. Id like to think Im not being a snob when I dont really talk to some people. It's just, Id rather keep to myself than hang out/around someone whom I'd just have small, superficial talk with. It's just hard to find people I'd click with here, so...

Aaaand I miss Fio. 
I dont know what that has anything to do with anything, but I just miss having her around. We are currently slaves of our separate lives. We call each other sometimes but, it's not the same. I know that I may sound like a lesbian lover--not that there's anything wrong with that except it's not how I see her. She's my best friend and she's the only one I can talk and dream big with. And these big dreams the two of us have are the ones that keep me going. Not talking to her makes all of the dreams a blur and well, I just really miss talking to her about everything. She's been my tower of strength who really asks me about how I feel and tries her best to understand. And so, she's the only one I can vent all these shit to.

I should stop being such a crybaby. Really.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

I have been very sick and busy

I have to make a 10page essay, 2 scientific papers, study for a lot of exams coming up this and next week + recover from my four-day sickness. Piled-up to-do list.

I want to tell everything so badly but I just don't have enough time and much space in my head  to think how to form everything into words. Worst part is, tears aren't as therapeutic as they once were. But this is what I have to say:

This semester, it's the first time I ever really tried working hard to the point of being so stressed out, caffeine-dependent and at last, being sick. I was fever-ridden for four days but I was still trying to catch up with my very demanding academics and after the fever cooled down...

I started asking why I was doing all of these. And all I can see are my grandparents. And all the people suffering.  And somehow, my blurred focus started to get a little clearer.

BUT SOMEHOW I DO NOT WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE. I have no one in this place who can actually understand what my aspirations are. Everyone's still so obsessed about trying to fit in and look cool and it's getting sicker everyday. It's so selfish. Everytime I see that, I lose an ounce of hope about life.

I am not making any sense anymore and I dont know how to make sense even of my life. Can I just fast forward to the next three years?


PS. Somehow I blame it all on my sedentary lifestyle. I havent worked out in more than a week, and somehow when I exercise, I feel good about everything. I have a feeling my workouts control my hormones singlehandedly.