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Saturday, October 30, 2004
Waaaahhhh!!!! Wala akong kamalay-malay na SALE pala sa SM Bacoor. Matagal na daw sale dun, at kahapon ang last day.
Hindi sa adik ako sa shopping, pero sayang... Andami kong gustong bilhin na biglang bagsak-presyo. Oo, BAGSAK!!! Hindi kasi nag-aral!!! Hindi tulad ni Aaron Faustino na isang nerd!!! Sa kanya mismo nanggaling ang mga salitang ito:
"Laging utak ang pinapairal ko..."
Isang malaking sign na nagpapahiwatig na isa siyang NERD.
Anyway... Sayang pa rin!!! Kung dala ko lang lahat ng pera ko, nabili ko na sana ang gusto kong bilhin!!!
Ayan, maghihintay pa ako ng panahon ng Pasko para mag-SALE ulit...
SUBJECT: NERDOLOGY
TOPIC: NERD BEHAVIORS,specifically the NERDS IN DENIAL
In the previous discussion, we have learned about the two major types of nerds. Now we will focus on the behavioral aspect of nerds. Today we'll talk about the behaviors of the NERDS IN DENIAL.
BSN 2-6 is a pool of this kind of nerds.
These nerds will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, to deny the fact that they are nerds. They will either project to others their oh-so-obvious nerd abilities (e.g. "Ikaw ang nerd!(after getting a very high score in an exam)"), or they will pretend not to be "nerd-ish" when around people but actually transform into their true selves when they get home.
True enough, the truth always prevails. And the class cards say it all.
Those who got high grades but still deny that they are nerds...
It is time...
To shift to the other subtype... The PROUD NERDS...
The causes for their fear of acceptance that they are nerds remain unknown.
Research is still ongoing, and interviews with these nerds (e.g. Aaron, Mines, Arianne, Jeff, Kirktala, etc.) shall be conducted.
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Wednesday, October 27, 2004
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My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell
him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"
He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy andwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining tablen near the front door, that goes....
My dear,
"I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to saved my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.
You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying
white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine
and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continued on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread...."
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on
the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's
our life...
Love, not words win arguments...
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004
It is hard to have an oily face and a pimple-prone nape
I am a victim. Yes, I am a victim. A victim of an overly active sebaceous glands.
My sebaceous glands are so active in producing the substance called sebum. I've tried a lot of oil-control treatments like astringents, oil-control powders, oil films and facial scrubs, but nothing worked. Within just an hour of using these, my face will be as shiny as a newly-polished floor.
But that's not all! ("If you call right now, you'll get a bonus blah blah... WOW, what an offah!")
I am also a victim of pimples. Zits. Even though I regularly wash my face and use pimple-control products, I still get pimples. A lot of pimples. Especially at the back of my neck. And these pimples are silently telling me "Scratch me..." or "Pop me...". Dammit, I know I should not be touching these pimples, but... I don't know why I keep on scratching or popping them (yuck.)
Nakakadiring tingnan. But there's nothing I can do. Life is cruel at times. And life has provided me with an oily face and a pimple-prone nape.
People... You may not realize it, but you are blessed... Because you do not have to deal with oily faces and pimples...
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Monday, October 25, 2004
The Tree, the Leaf, and the Wind
Nakuha ko to sa Friendster ulit...
THE TREE, THE LEAF, AND THE WIND
Tree
===
The reason I'm called Tree is because I'm good at
painting trees. Overtime I started to paint a tree in
the right hand corner as a trademark for all my
watercolor paintings. I had dated 5 girls when I
was in Pre-U. There's one girl whom I loved a lot
but never dared go after. She didn't have a pretty
face, nor a good figure, or outstanding charm.
She was just a very ordinary girl.
I like her. I really like her. Like her innocence, her
frankness. Like her cuteness, her intelligence and
her fragility. My reason for not going after her was
that I felt somebody so ordinary was not good
enough for me. I was also afraid that if we got
together all the special feelings I had would
vanish. I feared that other people's gossiping
would hurt her. I also felt
that if she was meant to be my girl, she would be
mine ultimately and I didn't have to give everything
up just for her. The last reason made her stay with
me for 3 years. She watched me chase after other
girls for 3 years, and I made her heart cry for 3
years.
She wanted to be a good actress and I was a very
demanding director. When I kissed my second
girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was
embarrassed but smiled and said "Go on!" before
running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen
like walnuts. I purposely ignored what had caused
her to cry and instead, laughed at her the whole
day. When everyone else went back home, she
sat alone crying in the classroom. She didn't know
that I had returned
from soccer training to get something. I watched
her cry for an hour or so.
My fourth girlfriend didn't like her. There was once
when both of them quarrelled. I know that based
on her character she was not the one who had
started off the quarrel. But I still sided with my
girlfriend. I shouted at her and her eyes were filled
with shock. I didn't care about her feelings and
walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she still
laughed and joked with me as though nothing
happened. I know that she was very hurt but she
didn't know that my heart ached as badly as hers.
When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her
out. After going out for a day, I told her that I had
something to tell her. She told me that
coincidentally, she had something to tell me too. I
told her about my breakup and she told me about
her getting together with someone else. I know
who the guy was. He had been going after her for
quite a while. He was a very cute guy who was full
of energy, lively and interesting. His pursuit
for her had been the talk of the school.
I couldn't let her know how my heart ached but
could only smile and congratulate her. When I
reached home, my heart ached so bad that I can't
stand it. There was like a heavy weight upon my
chest. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to shout but
couldn't. Tears rolled down and I broke down and
cried. How many times have I seen her cry for the
man that didn't even acknowledge her presence?
During graduation, I read an sms in my handphone.
It was sent 10 days ago when I broke down and
cried, but I hadn't read it since then. It said, "Leaf's
departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or
because Tree didn't ask her to stay."
Leaf
===
During Pre-U days, I liked to collect leaves. Why?
Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she
has relied on for so long it takes a lot of courage.
During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close
terms with a guy. Not the BGR kind but the buddy
kind. But when he had his first girlfriend, I learned
a feeling I never should have learnt - jealousy. The
sourness in
the heart couldn't be described using a lemon. It's
Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only
together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid
my strong sense of happiness. But after a month,
he got together with another girl.
I like him and I know he likes me. But why wouldn't
he pursue me? Since he loved me why didn't he
make the first move? Whenever he had a new
girlfriend, my heart would ache. Time after time,
my heart was hurt again and again. I began to
suspect this was a one sided love. But if he didn't
like he, why did he treat me so well? It's beyond
what you would do for a
normal friend. Liking a person is very heart
wrenching. I may know his likes, his dislikes, his
habits, etc. But his feelings towards me I can
never figure out. You can't expect me, a girl, to ask
him right?
Despite all this, I still wanted to be by his side.
Care for him, accompany him, love him, hoping
that one day, he will love me too. I waited for his
phone call every night, wanting him to send me
sms. I know that no matter how busy he was, he
would make time for me. Because of this, I waited
for him. The 3 years were the hardest to go
through and I really wanted to give up. At times, I
wondered whether I should continue waiting. The
pain, the
hurt, and the dilemma accompanied me for 3 long
years.
Towards the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior
began to go after me. Everyday he pursued me
relentlessly. From outright rejection to a point in
time when I felt that I was willing to let him have a
small footing in my heart. He's like a warm and
gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the
tree. In the end, I realised that I didn't want to give
this wind just a
small footing in my heart. I know this wind will
bring this badly battered leaf far away to a better
land. Finally I left Tree. But Tree only smiled and
didn't ask me to stay. Leaf's departure is because
of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her
to stay.
Wind
====
I like a girl called Leaf. Because she's so
dependent on Tree, I have to be a gust of Wind, a
wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it
was one month after I transferred to the new
school. I saw a petite girl looking at my seniors
and I playing soccer. During CCA time, she would
always be sitting there looking at him, be it alone
or with her friends. When he
talked with other girls, there's jealousy in her eyes.
When he looked at her, there's happiness in her
eyes. Looking at her became my habit, the way
she liked to look at him.
One day, she wasn't there. I felt something was
amiss. I can't explain the feeling except that it's a
sense of uneasiness. The senior was also not
there. I went to their classroom, hid outside and
saw my senior scold her. Tears were in her eyes
when he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual
place looking at him. I walked over and smiled at
her, took out a note and gave it to her. She was
surprised. She looked at me, smiled and
accepted the note. The next day, she passed me
a note and left.
Leaf's heart is too heavy and Wind couldn't blow
her away.
It's not that Leaf's heart is too heavy. It is because
Leaf never wanted to leave Tree. I replied her note
with this statement and slowly she started to talk
to me and accepted my presents and phone calls.
I know that the person she loved wasn't me. But I
had the perseverance that one day, I could make
her like me. Within 4 months, I had declared my
love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she
would divert away from the topic. But I never gave
up. If I
decided I wanted her to be mine, I would definitely
use all means to win her over. I can't remember
how many times I had declared my love for her.
Although I knew she would try to divert, I still had a
small glimmer of hope, hoping that she would
agree to be my girlfriend.
I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone, so I
asked "What are you doing? Why didn't you
reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head." "Ah?" I
couldn't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head,"
she replied loudly. I hanged up the phone,
changed quickly, took a taxi, rushed to her place
and pressed her door bell. When she opened the
door. I hugged her tightly. Leaf's departure is
because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't
ask her to stay.
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Sunday, October 24, 2004
How dare you call me a NERD!!! @&*@!#*%
Naibigay na ang class cards namin... Pero hindi pa rin naibibigay ang class card sa Anatomy. Meron daw umanong leakage (tulo?) nung exams. Siguro... hindi sila makapaniwala na maraming nakapasa nung final exams kaya nasabi nilang may leakage? (hindi ko lang alam kung kasali ako dun sa mga nakapasa)
SUBJECT: NERDOLOGY
TOPIC: Classification of Nerds
Nerds are people whose lives revolve around knowledge, learning, books, handouts, and even tables.
There are two major types of nerds.
I. TRADITIONAL NERDS
These nerds are the typical type of nerds. This doesn't necessarily mean that they always wear thick glasses with black frames, a flat hairdo, and a "bitin" pants with the waist part worn around the chest.
These nerds dedicate their lives to studying, memorizing names, places, and hell, even tables.
They lack social skills. They do not have a social life. Wait, they do have a social life: but they only interact with their own kind. They are so absorbed with learning and studying that they miss a lot of things in life.
And one unique characteristic of this kind of nerds is that they cannot swim.
II. ALTERNATIVE/MODERN NERDS
Times change. And so do nerds. These nerds do have a social life. They interact with other kinds of people. They are aware of the other aspects of life. And yes, they can swim.
They do prioritize their studies because they believe that this will serve as the foundation of their future. With that said, modern nerds (Type II) are different from traditional nerds (Type I) because Type II nerds also have other priorities in life aside from studies.
There are other sub-classifications of Type II nerds, but generally there are two (2) sub-classifications: the PROUD NERDS (those who are not ashamed to admit that they are nerds), and the NERDS IN DENIAL (those who can't admit to others, and to themselves, that they are really nerds.)
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Wednesday, October 20, 2004
When common sense dictates what to do
Kung hindi ayos, ayusin...
Kung kaya, gawin ang lahat ng makakaya...
Kung hindi kayang tumupad sa pangako, wag mangako...
Kung hindi kayang sumuko, wag susuko...
Kung hindi sigurado, manigurado...
Kung malabo, linawin...
Kung hindi magkaintindihan, mag-usap...
Kung gusto ng pagbabago, simulan sa sarili...
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Sunday, October 17, 2004
Nakita ko to sa Friendster, ilalagay ko lang dito...
mAy isNg gurl w8tiNg 4 her b0yfreNd....
>oN d 1st dAy....
>she seNt a msg 2 d guy...
" mis u n! wat tym k b pu2Nta.
>>she's w8ting 4 d reply...
but the guy didn't reply...
>2nd msg...
"i text u kninang morning
bat di k ng reply"...
wat tym k b pu2nta?!
i need ur ans asap...
but she w8d 4 5 hours la pring sgot..
Sa sobrang asr,
ini-off nya ang CP nya...
nd said..
"i will not open this cellphone unless
pumunta xa d2...
after a few minutes nk2log na yng girl...
2ND DAY...
she's still w8ting 4 her boyfrend..
mg pa2ring s fone tp0s ba2..
she told herself...
"did he luv me p b?!"
"he knows nmn pg ng pa2ring ako...
she's expcting that
d b0y will call him bck...
untill its evening no one came,
no one called...
her CP still off..
3RD DAY
she's still w8ting; ng pa2ring
after d few hours d fone rung...
she ans it quickly...
"hello"
>on d 2nd line..
"hon...ilove u very much..
bglng ng busy..
glit n glit na umupo sa s0fa..
at nano0d ng t.v...
>after a few mins...
my kum2k...
she stood quickly...nd opened d do0r...
she was surprised when she saw her bf
stndng on d do0r...
> w/ go0d looks...
> white long sleeves... nd
> white pants...
d guy said...
"come w/ me... hayaAn mo
kng bumwi sau"
she answrd...
"w8 ill juz.....
"come lets go...(--------------)"
>after few mins. they're on some plce...
sa house ng guy...
knbahan xa....
she's asking....
>>>wat happened...
bat ang dming tao...at my
red light....
wats that...?!(she stpd 4 a while)
"ur mom"
>wlng sg0t..d guy 0nly
lo0king at her face...
>bglng may 2mwg s knya...
She's shocked when she saw the guy's mom
crying and embraced her...
"c0me w/ me!
>sa buong pg aaklng mnksunod
sa knya
ang guy....
on d do0r....she's shocked when
she saw a dead person infr0nt
of her.....
she lo0ks at her back...
but d guy is g0ne.....
>where it went, di niya lam,
la nmn xang
nkita dumAan infr0nt of her...
d mother said...
"bat ngaun k lng pumunta
khp0n p ko ng te2xt sau!
per0 nk-off ang phone mo...
she opend her CP nd sat 4 awhile...
nd read d msg...
there are 5 unread msgs...
>she opend d 1st msg..
"hija, my s0n is now 50/50
c0me here he needs u...
>2nd msg...
"pls c0me hir or reply....i need it now..."
>3rd msg...
"my s0n is on comatose....
can u visit him now?
you're his strength"...
>4th msg...
"hija my s0n is dead"
and then she cried nd think knowing..
that her love is now gone in her lyf...
>naicp nya ung ngyri.....
she's with d guy
on the past few hours....
but she think,
nd think, nd think...
hanggang dumting
ang knyng pag iicp
sa guy....
"c0me lets go"....
"dalawin mo nmn ako..
khit sa huling araw ng lamay ko...!
pls repost this story....
b coz this story gives u idea that..
d person u love....will be gone anytym....
dont hesitate to tell them that u luv them so
much!!
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Friday, October 15, 2004
Ok, natapos na rin sa wakas ang exam week, pati ang first semester.
Natapos na nga ang exams, pero hindi ako masaya.
Sembreak na, pero hindi ako masaya.
Paano nga naman ako magiging masaya sa kalagayan ko? Andaming dahilan...
Anyway, problema ko na yun...
Tapos na ang first sem, at ishe-share ko sa inyo ang mga natutunan ko sa nagdaang sem.
(not in order of significance)
1. mag-commute hanggang Laguna, Ermita at Monumento
2. gumamit ng camera at kumuha ng magandang pictures (lalo na yung close-up)
3. makipag-tulakan sa ibang mga tao
4. utakan ang mga bouncer bago nila ako utakan eventually
5. kung paano maka-endure sa 9 hours na Anatomy
6. kung paano makaka-survive nang hindi nag-aaral sa Anatomy kahit major exams (palpak nga lang nung final term)
7. crawl (freestyle), backstroke, breast stroke, treading at diving (at paano ko mao-overcome ang takot ko sa malalim na tubig)
8. paano gumawa ng himala sa Stat (kung pano papasa)
9. paano maka-survive sa Consti nang hindi nag-aaral (kaso dumating ang oras ko nung final term, at hindi ako handa nun)
10. paano ma-endure ang Phil. Lit (na hindi ko malaman kung bakit may ganito pa, nung 1st year naman may Panitikang Filipino na)
11. Health Ethics, at kung paano gumawa ng bioethical analysis ng Bicentennial Man bago mag-final exams
12. history ng Church at kung bakit pinag-aaralan pa to
13. bandaging within one minute
14. pagkuha ng BP, pulse, temp. at RR
15. ERT
16. pag-endure sa "pagtuturo" nung isang professor
17. pano gumawa ng Family Health Care Plan nung araw bago ang submission ng project na to
18. kung ano ba ang tama at mali, at kung totoo nga bang "Habang may buhay, may pag-asa."
I'm Still Here by Vertical Horizon
I've found the pieces in my hand
They were always there, it just took some time for me to understand
You gave me words I just can't say
So if nothing else, I'll just hold on while you drift away
'Cause everything that you wanted me to hide
Is everything that makes me feel alive
The cities grow, the rivers flow
Where you are I'll never know but I'm still here
If you were right and I was wrong
Why are you the one who's gone
And I'm still here?
I've seen the ashes in my heart
I smile the widest
When I cry inside and my insides blow apart
I try to wear another face
Just to make you proud, just to make you put me in my place
But everything that you wanted from me
Is everything that I could never be
Maybe tonight
It's gonna be alright
I will get better
Maybe today
It's gonna be okay
I will remember
I've held the pieces of my soul
I was shattered, and I wanted you to come and make me whole
When I saw you yesterday
But you didn't notice
And you just walked away
'Cause everything that you wanted me to hide
Is everything that makes me feel alive
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Thursday, October 14, 2004
Tapos na ang "toxic" na exam day. Pero meron pang test bukas= Practical exam sa Anatomy. Last na yung bukas... Finally... Makakapagpahinga na rin ako... at least for 2-3 weeks...
Late akong dumating kanina para sa exam. Alas-8 ng umaga ang simula, pero nakarating na ako ng mga 8:15-8:20am. Test sa REED yun. Nang i-abot sa akin ang test paper, nakita ko na puro may choices ang test. At habang sinasagutan ko ang exam ay mukhang malayo naman ako sa kapahamakan na bumagsak...
Matapos ang exam sa REED, Anatomy naman ang inalala ko. Hindi ko kasi nagawang mag-aral, and for the 3rd consecutive time, magte-test na naman ako nang hindi handa. Pumasa ako nung unang 2 beses, at sana sa pangatlo rin.
Mahirap ang exam sa Anatomy, or at least para sa mga tulad kong hindi nakapag-aral. Umasa na naman ako sa hula-hula... Sana pumasa.
Ayon, natapos din ang test sa Anatomy. Ang items ay umabot ng 120. Nakakapagod na ngang mag-isip, nakakapagod pang mag-shade ng answer sheet/card... Kaya kahit nasa #50 pa lang ang nilalagyan ko ng shade ay humihikab na ako at nanghihina na.
May 4 na oras na break pagkatapos ng test sa Anatomy. Pero hindi ko nagamit yun para mag-aral sa Constitution. Hindi ko naman magagawang isiksik ang 200 pages sa ulo ko within 4 hours... Samahan pa ng katamaran at antok...
At nag-test na nga sa Consti. Ang ganda tingnan nung simula: May true or false, identification, may table na parang enumeration at isang essay question (plus isang bonus essay question.) Naisip ko, hindi na masama, papasa naman siguro ako kahit papaano. Pero biglang nabago ang takbo ng exams at sinabi na hindi na kasama ang true or false at identification sa test dahil sa leakage. At nadagdagan ng 3 ang essay questions. Patay. Bagsak...
May bago tayong superhero...
KIRKTALA!!!
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Ok, tapos na ang mga test sa Literature, Health Care at Health Ethics. Pwede ko nang ibaon sa limot ang Lit...
At masasabi kong "backbreaking" at "neckbreaking" ang mga test sa Health Care at Health Ethics... Literally...
Medyo nagsisisi ako. Mamaya ay exams na namin sa REED (ang coverage daw ay from prelim hanggang final term), Anatomy (mahaba to) at Constitution (mahaba rin to... 200 pages lahat.)
Hindi ko nagawang mag-aral. Part ng blame (1%) ay ipapasa ko sa mga projects na binigay last week (3 lahat yung pinagawa.) Imbis na makapag-aral ako nang matino nung Sabado at Linggo ay ginagawa ko yung project.
At ang 99% ng blame ay sa sarili ko... Hindi ko alam kung pagod lang talaga ako, kung may sakit ako na laging inaantok, o sadyang tamad lang talaga ako na kahit ayan na ang 3 mabibigat na subjects ay parang wala lang sa akin.
Huwag sana akong babagsak...
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