Thursday, March 17, 2016

To The Man I Married

I would just like you and the rest of the world to know a few things...

I'm grateful seeing you right now - working yourself out, taking care of our humble family investment. My father owes you big time as you handle this matter personally and wisely. #PerksOfBeingPanganay hahahah!

I'm glad knowing that I have someone who thinks about spending a more comfortable, more stable future with me and our future kids. Your being practical about our finances, I believe, will surely pay off in the long run. #FutureGoals

I'm amazed that I am with someone who knows how to make me laugh even if I refuse to smile. Your wit and humor never fail to elicit amusement from me, even if I hide it sometimes. #AlamMoYan 

I'm lucky just by sitting beside you. Talking to you about a number of things, from the mundane to what's beyond, is comforting. We can have the most stimulating, mind blowing conversations, don't we? ;)

And I can't actually describe how good you are. Or how patiently you teach me stuff. Or how sweetly you sing to me in the most random moments. Or how happy you make me through your little, big ways. :)


"Life's a trip with bumps and dips and troubles to collide with, but there's no one else I'd rather share the ride with."

To my partner, my critic, my fan, my best friend, 

           I'm just so blessed to have you. It's a pleasure to spend the rest of my life with you...

        Happy, happy birthday my love! May God grant you good health and all your heart's desires! I love you! ;)


#ForeverGrateful




Friday, December 21, 2012

End of the World


They say that today (December 21, 2012) marks the end of the world.

I don't know about that but for a couple of times, MY world ended. 

It ended the moment I realized I’ll be in college for six (long) years. It ended about two year ago when a best friend stopped talking to me just because of a guy. It ended around this time last year when my Ate was buried. It ended just a few weeks ago when someone told me, “I have to admit that I’m seeing someone else. I’m sorry.” It ended yesterday, when it struck me that I’m nowhere near getting important things done.

Reasons range from the most stupid to the most heartbreaking, I know. 

Thing is, endings happen. For whatever reason, in whatever form, endings exist. We have to deal with it. Only by dealing with endings will we experience beginnings. Now, that's something we should look forward to, right? :)

Taken from: http://www.webmastergrade.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Mind-Refreshing-Sunrise.jpg

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Just Grateful

This birthday's much better than the last. It has been one tough year and with God's grace, I made it through! Yey! :)

I'm thankful for a lot of blessings despite the hardships and difficulties, despite the pain and sorrow that the previous year brought. I'll let bygones be bygones and leave the past as it is. I won't forget though, I won't forget everything that made the past year rewarding on its own.

I'd like to believe that I've grown and matured since then. I've learned a lot and I'm still willing to learn more. I'd still make mistakes and mess up but at least I'd be more responsible for all the decisions I'll make. I'd fall in love again then perhaps get hurt for a few more times but I won't give up on love, not now, not ever.

In the past year, I lost and gained - lost loved ones, earned new friends; lost some battles, gained new perspectives; lost a bit of myself, gained more of others. Changes, they happen. I have to deal with them or end up losing more than I could bear to lose.

As I write this, I'm at home, surrounded by my family. With them and with every single person who truly loves and cares for me,  I'd be more than willing to spend the next twenty or more years of my life. :)


Thank you Heavenly Father for blessing me with 21 years of existence! Thanks a lot for everyone who made this day extra special - my family and relatives, my teachers and classmates, my friends and loved ones. Please let them know how much I love them. Thank You for making my wishes come true. I'm so happy to be Your child. Thanks a lot for everything!  :)



For Someone Special

For my other Ate, my Best Friend, my Mother...


I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. 
~ Abraham Lincoln

Thank you so much for everything...
Your love, your patience, your guidance --
Everything about you keeps me going.

I've never been the perfect daughter,
Too many times I have let you down,
Yet,  when I need you, you're always around.

Thanks a lot for bringing me into this world,
For accepting me despite my shortcomings --
I'll always be your "junior" that's a promise.

I love you Mama,
Happy, Happy Birthday! 





Wednesday, December 12, 2012

One Year

Photo editing done by Ramyelle Athena M. Ang


"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,  Love leaves a memory no one can steal."

Exactly a year ago, I lost my Ate to cancer - tumor recurrence made her lungs collapse. I was with her during those last moments of her life. I never thought seeing a thestral would be that painful. It was a nightmare that still haunts me at times.


It was one long year. 

When Death hits too close to home, you would think twice about Life. In my case, I doubted whether Life is something that I should still enjoy. I doubted whether it was possible for Tears to stop falling. I felt betrayed and hopeless so much that Grief became a best friend. Pain just had that terrible power to make things seem surreal. 

It was a long year and a lot happened. 

Time helped heal the wounds, in fact, he's still working right now. Faith entered the picture, brought Grace and Hope with her - they make a powerful trio. Love kept our family together and made our days brighter. We still have Grief with us but we also manage with Smile and Laughter around. Happiness visits and stays a bit longer from time to time. 

I never thought I would be able to reach this day.
I never thought I would be able to look back to that awful day. 

But here I am...

  • blessed with a family who's more strongly-knit than before.
  • surrounded with friends and loved ones who truly care.
  • thankful for every good and bad thing that happened.
  • learning from every experience I'm having. 
  • endowed with maturity and growth I never thought I would possess.
  • having faith that whatever happens next year, I have nothing to worry because I'll still have my Ate's love.  :D






Monday, December 3, 2012

Shy


Silly, you can be at times,

Happy-go-lucky, more than once in a while.

You turn heads as you walk,

Refuse to be charmed with just a small talk.

I envy you for being strong,

Lost I am, without you to hold on.

Lots of things I fail to let you know --

Except this, that I love you so! 



Here are a few more things that I hope would make this day extra special:

Happy 19th Birthday!


Friday, November 30, 2012

Unkown

I fear the unknown.

It makes me feel weak and vulnerable.

Surprises scare me.

No matter how pleasant it is, its still catches me off guard.

But I guess,

There are just some things you won't be able to prepare for,

Some people you will meet out of nowhere,

Some circumstances you'll never be able to control.

Then, all you have to do is to

DEAL WITH IT--

Handle things with grace,

Face people with confidence,

Enjoy the most unbearable situation.

With FAITH

I know I can make peace with the unknown. :)

note to self 

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Paradigm Shift*

I cried myself to sleep last night. And the first thing I did when I woke up this morning was to check whether I'm okay or not...**

Well?

It was a week of adjustment. This is my last (YES!) semester as an undergraduate student. As a future teacher, I am required to undergo a Student Teaching program. I'll be handling a section of Grade 8 students at the UP Integrated School. It was a week of adjusting to going to school as early as 7AM. It was hard but I managed to get in the campus 10 minutes before the required time. It was a week of adjusting to wearing anything but T-shirt, jeans and slippers or the typical UP get-up. Instead, I had to dress-up so as to assert my identity as a teacher.

It was overwhelming, the new set-up. I was torn between being thankful and complaining. This is something I have been waiting for yet I find myself unprepared. Blame it on the lack of confidence. Blame it on pessimism. But it really bothered me to the point that I asked myself, "When will you be ready?!"

I don't know. All I know is that this semester is something I have to face, something I have to handle with grace, OR ELSE...***

Last week, I found comfort in attending a class. It's an intermediate Chinese class. I took the elementary course last semester. Laoshi told me it's okay to "sit-in" and my former classmates were more than thrilled (I guess, hahaha) to see me. It was a week of review and fortunately, I remembered most of the things that Laoshi discussed. It was just like the old times. I asked a lot of questions and  Laoshi tried to answer everything (more often than not, she's really good at explaining things).  I teased and "bullied" my classmates then laughed with them as if there's no tomorrow. I even had the chance to speak in Mandarin again - to talk with two "classmates" in front of everyone else. I got so nervous even though I won't get a grade for it so yeah, go figure, :) Needless to say, I immensely enjoyed the experience.

Adjustment is something we have to deal with. As the adage goes, there's nothing permanent but change. This week of adjustment ended with that "crying myself to sleep" last Friday night. I don't know what has gotten to me. I just felt so down.  I think it was because I was confronted with a Yes/No question. A question I would love to answer with a "Yes" but I had to answer with a "No." Or perhaps, it was more than that. Bad hair day, indeed.

Adjustments always present the dilemma of letting go and holding on. I have always believed that letting go would mean losing something or yes, even someone. I have always held on to everything dear to me. But this week taught me another thing.

Letting go...

Letting go of my happy-go-lucky, careless self this semester won't mean I'd be less me. It would just mean I'll have better opportunities of learning how to be the best teacher I could be. Letting go of my what ifs and buts won't mean I'll never be afraid again. It would just mean I'll be more confident of my future decisions, the way it is supposed to be. Letting go of my Chinese class won't mean not seeing those sweet classmates (and yes, Laoshi) again. It would just mean they'll have some time to miss me. *crosses fingers* Hahaha! I'll surely miss them too. :p

Letting go of the past won't mean I'll forget because I'll surely treasure all the memories, especially the good ones. Letting go will definitely make me more focused on the "here and now." 

I realized that letting go is not such a bad thing. I need to do it in order to move on. Closures are crucial but   I learned that even though some things have to change, they don't necessarily have to end. I learned that there are just certain things I will never lose, no matter what happens. Adjustments taught me to let go. A paradigm shift, yes.

And yes, I prefer "再见" over "goodbye." ****

:)


*In response to On Letting Go...Or Not
**Self-talk really helps me keep things in perspective.
***Self-threats are also given when it's due, :p
*** *再见 is best translated as "See you later." :D

Saturday, October 20, 2012

10.20.12

It's your first birthday up there. 


I know you're having a blast. :) 


Yet, I hope you'll appreciate this simple gift...


No words just can't express how much I miss you.


I love you Ate, so much!^^

" *Photo backgrounds courtesy of Smilebox.
*

Thursday, October 11, 2012

On Grace Week


It’s that time of the year again. It’s that time when you casually come across walking zombies on the hallways. It’s that time when you get to sit beside someone in class who eventually slumps on your shoulder and flies off to dreamland. It’s that time when the most approachable person you've known in the campus suddenly snaps at you just because you borrowed a pen from her. Yes, it’s that time of the year we call hell week.

I may not know where exactly did the term come from but I have been in the university long enough to experience and know what hell week is.

Hell week, more than you’re recent failed relationship, is what keeps you wide awake at night, sometimes even up to the wee hours of the morning. It severs your relationship with the comfort of your bed. It makes books and papers the softest pillows.

Hell week is the reason why planners were created. These planners, whether big or small, gets easily filled during this time. If you’re the minimalist type, you could write your schedule on colored Post-its. You just have to be prepared for a newer, more colorful wallpaper in your room.

Hell week keeps your status updates and tweets sweet and simple. It’s what makes you write to “Math (insert course number here)”, to your “Reaction/Reflection/Research Paper” (or *gasp* Thesis) and even to a month (October/March) online and tell them to be kind to you; as if they would reply or as if they would be done on their own.

Hell week is a major crisis for students. You could rant about it, shout at it, cry over it or even decide to ignore it. But you could not escape it. It’s something you should face.

However, there’s always the other side of the coin -- if hell week exists then so does grace week.

Grace week is when, after a sleepless night, you would have your mom preparing breakfast for you. She would make sure you get just the right dose of caffeine for another day’s work. It is when your dad would get home early from his night shift at work and seeing you’re too drowsy to commute would drive you to school. It is when you rant to your younger siblings about your school requirements and not knowing what anything else to do, they would just hug and kiss you.

Grace week is about managing your time in such a way that despite a toxic week ahead, you could still look forward to a Friday night out with your girlfriends. It’s seeing a movie with the gang after a draining exam on Statistics. It is even about not skipping a scheduled make-up class just to see your crush.

Grace week means having more time surfing the Internet, not just for research and online requirements but also for socializing. It’s about knowing you’re not the only one struggling.  It’s about cheering up those who are also having their own difficulties. More than status updates and tweets, you could share a useful link or an inspiring meme. Perhaps you would also find someone online who could help you on that paper you’re writing.

Here’s the catch: hell week and grace week occur at the same time. It’s just a matter of perspective. It helps to see things in a different light. It’s also just a matter of attitude and disposition. Believe that all of these shall pass. What’s important is we treat both hell week and grace week a learning process. We’re free to choose what situation will we put ourselves into.

I have had my fair share of both hell week and grace week. I may not know where they came from or how long do they really last, all I know is that I try to seek and experience one more than the other. How about you? What do you choose? :)

Friday, August 24, 2012

On (No) Regrets


            Tempus fugit.
            Time does fly. It’s already way past the middle of the semester. Sooner than we expect it, finals week would be around the corner. During times like these, I find myself stuck among a lot of random and not-so-random thoughts.
             I really hope to graduate this coming March and I see this semester as a very crucial one. In fact the past years of my college life had all been crucial. Almost six years of being in the university taught me the importance of being prudent in making decisions about my academic life. Now that I’m getting near the so-called “finish line”, I would like to think that I’m making the most prudent choices.
            Tension of opposites.
            As course requirements pile up, I get to be tempted by Facebook and Twitter. As required readings get thicker, I get lured to watch a movie with my siblings. As reporting dates get closer, I get enticed to catch up on lost sleeping hours. Others may call it typical or even plain student weaknesses; I call it my perennial problems.
            Thing is, I’m getting tired of this (seemingly but hopefully not incurable) sickness. It’s a vicious cycle that wears down my system. As much as I’m convincing myself that I know my priorities, my actions show otherwise. I’m really getting tired of my own attitude at times. I wish I could do better.
            Regrets.
            I came across an article entitled, “Don’t Regret Regret” written by Kathryn Schulz. It begins with a story of how Schulz regretted having a tattoo at the age of 29 made her regret it the moment she stepped out of the tattoo place. She had a massive emotional meltdown because of it. According to her, it shocked her big time because she prided herself on “having absolutely no regrets.” The tattoo experience taught her that “lamenting things in the past is an absolute waste of time.”
            At this part of the article, I managed to tell myself, “Hey kiddo, are you taking this down?”
            Schulz aptly defined regret as “the emotion we experience when we think that our present situation could be better or happier if we had done something different in the past.” She further enumerated the top six things (based on some researches) that most people regret in life: decisions pertaining to education (33%), career, romance, parenting, various choices about sense of self and how one spends (or fails to spend) his/her leisure time.
            I absolutely get her point. What we regret are decisions we do about the things that we really care about. The choices we do in these areas of our lives terribly affect us. And for Schulz, we experience regret in four terrible ways. The first one is that of denial, and then a sense of bewilderment, followed by an intense desire to punish ourselves and the fourth phase would be perseveration where we focus on the same thing obsessively and repeatedly. These four phases create an infinite loop making us feel really miserable. Schulz, however, adds a fifth one and that she calls an “existential wake-up call.”
            I guess this is the part where Hope enters the picture. The author moreover explained how we can be at peace with our regrets. First, we have to take some comfort at regret’s universality. It happens to all of us and we can't escape it. Then, we should learn how to laugh at ourselves. We should not take ourselves too seriously - we deserve a break. And lastly, we can make peace with our regrets through the passage of time. Time indeed heals all wounds.
              Now, writing this post may or may not be something I would regret later, but I’ll take Schulz’ word for it: “We need to learn to love the flawed, imperfect things that we create and to forgive ourselves for creating them. Regret doesn’t remind us that we did badly. It reminds us that we know we can do better.”  

Monday, March 12, 2012

Sibling Love

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal.
Love leaves a memory no one can steal."

It has been exactly three months since my Ate died. It was also a Monday when it happened and for some time, I feared Mondays. I'm just grateful that I was at home that time. Nevertheless, things had been really painful.

I have three other siblings left. And I'm just glad we're sticking with each other. Unknowingly, we're easing each other's pain. Time and again, I'm thankful.


"A sister - a special kind of double."



With the Goddess and the Little Prince.

At the end of the day, I'm glad I have them. Needless to say, our Ate is dutifully and happily watching over us from above. :D










Friday, March 9, 2012

Tension of Opposites



Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, bu you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted. A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band.

- Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom


I have been dealing with a lot of contradictions lately.

I have been making wrong decisions, committing mistakes and hurting some people these past few days.


It's a struggle I always have to go through - working things out, opting for what's right, being better.

I'm looking for something (even someone) to blame but I always end up frowning at myself in the mirror.


The best that I can do is to make myself believe that these will all pass: my overwhelming hang-ups.

This may or may not work but if there's one thing I really need and want right now, it's understanding.


It's such a big word considering the fact that I can't even understand myself...

There, I'm doomed. T.T


P.S.

Could someone just tell me not to be too hard on myself?

It might also work if you could talk some sense out of me...




Saturday, March 19, 2011

Vulnerability...


If there's one thing I'm really good at,

it is making myself vulnerable...

Vulnerable to pain, to rejection,

To anger and frustration.

Vulnerable

Even to a seemingly endless jeer of "yiiikeee!"

that haunted me from UP to PHILCOA.

Yeah, right.

Some secrets are supposed to be shared,

Even if it makes me

Vulnerable.

:)



Monday, February 14, 2011

On Love and Everything Else...


To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive -- to grief, sorrow and disappointment, as well as to joy, fulfillment and intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before.
~ Rollo May

And so, too, I speak of love: he who is held by it is held by the strongest bonds, yet the stress is pleasant. Moreover, he can sweetly bear all that happens to him. When one has found this bond, he looks for no other.
~ Meister Eckhart

A sweet truth: When God knows you're ready for the responsibility of commitment, He'll reveal the right person under the right circumstances. Wait patiently. Don't waste your time searching and wishing. Grow and be ready. You'll see...God will give you a love story far better than you could ever dream of.


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Haunting Past

Question: When is the best and worst time to see your ex?
Answer: At his mother's wake.

With having only that social networking site as a source of information, I learned through Facebook that my ex's mom died last January 24 because of complications brought by cancer. Together with my mom who was his teacher and a common friend, I went to the NSOLL mortuary last January 25 to pay last respects.

I never actually met his mom though I know her. Given the brief time of our relationship, I didn't have the chance to be introduced properly. Looking back, it seemed really pathetic of me to daydream about having a dinner with my beloved ex's family.

After a year of not being in touch with X, I argued with myself whether I will go and offer my condolences or not. Blame it on timidity or simply cowardice, but it even took me time to decide whether I go alone or not. In the end, I came to show sympathy in the most peculiar manner.

I neither hug him nor shake his hand as I told myself I would. I told myself that my presence would be enough. I just asked him where Karl, his nephew, the one I have been wanting to see, is. I just listened how he answered my two companions' queries about what happened. I noticed how tired he was and how he tried to be the joker (that he is) in spite of the situation. It was the worst time to express how I miss him, how happy I was that he got the job he wanted or even how I cried because Mommy's gone without knowing me. It was the worst time for selfishness so I shut myself up.

In silence, I observed what I expected to see. Daddy was busy talking to his friends from the church. Kuya JJ, with his wife Ate Reina, was fixing some papers. Kuya JP, the second child was running errands while talking with his schoolmates. Once upon a time, I dreamed of being a part of the family. I even proudly answered my companions' questions about who is who and whom is related to who in the family. For a moment, I thought that it was the best time to show-off.

The more I thought about what happened that night, the more I regretted not doing something and not saying anything. I realized how much I was afraid of death...how much I am afraid of a haunting past.


Sunday, January 16, 2011

Of Fear and Faith

“Tempus fugit…”

It’s already the third Sunday of January and as much as I look forward to all the new things that might happen this 2011, I can’t help but to feel afraid. I am afraid that some things won’t be as good as before. I am afraid that long - ago mistakes will finally have its full-blown effects in the coming months. I am afraid that the personal goals I hope to achieve will still be as unattainable as ever. The past is definitely haunting me, I am afraid.

2010 had its ups and downs – Someone made sure I had my fair share of it. I have woken up each day into the warmth of having my loving family. I finally landed on the course that I have always wanted. I have grown older, yes, even wiser. I also had lost a few of my friends – some to distance, others to fate. I had sleepless nights and dreaded mornings because of my studies. Then, I had a not-so-happy birthday.

“Don’t let fear run your life.”

Last night, I just found myself watching the remaining episodes of Hannah Montana Forever. More than being happy and sad at the same time because of my favorite show, I was also inspired by Robby Ray’s piece of advice. To walk his talk, he got back onstage after ages of not being able to do so. Miley, who became so unsure of her career after letting the “dang secret” out, did not let her father down and also did what she have always loved to do – sing and entertain her fans. Following suit, I told myself with as much conviction as I can muster: “I won’t let fear ruin my year.”

“The only reality is now.”

An article from The Philippine Star reminded me this. I am so afraid of the past and very worried about the future that I am losing track of the important things that are happening now. Needless to say, I have no control over what had happened and what might happen but I have the capability to enjoy what is presently taking place. It is just a matter of being responsible for the decisions I made. It is just a matter of seizing every good opportunity that comes my way. It is just a matter of saying: “I am going to take one day at a time.”

“Always keep a little prayer in your pocket.”

As fear begins to bind me into its wicked spell, His warm embrace woke me up. With God by my side, being afraid and worried seemed to be the most foolish thing to do. Everything that happened was according to His will and all that will transpire is subject to His approval. I should always bear in mind that His plans are far better than mine. My cowardice is nothing compared to His greatness, what’s there to be afraid of? All I need is His sweet whisper, “Keep the faith little one, just keep the faith.”

More than being afraid, I should strive to live a life that will please Him not just this year but for every breathing moment I have.

“I look to the Lord for help at all times and He rescues me from danger. Turn to me Lord and be merciful to me because I am lonely and weak. Relieve me of my worries and save me from all my troubles. Consider my distress and suffering and forgive all my sins.” Psalm 25:15 – 18

Saturday, December 11, 2010

J.E.D.V

Disclaimer: This blog post is not for the sole purpose of boosting your ego nor it is a way of flaunting my amusing writing skills. Consider it as a gift. I only write about special people you know? I hope you like it. :)

He was the first guy who had the guts to ask me out...not for a date but for a Philippine History Quiz Bee. We won 7th place in that competition but from then on, he had been on the top spot of the list My Best Boy Buds in School.

We're batch mates. We were both transferees from other UP units. We both love Geography and the people we meet because of the discipline. It was the basic similarities that drew us together. We both love reading and writing and talking a lot. We especially love Harry Potter and Ginny, Ron and Hermione.

I almost had a crush on him before. Okay, I admit, I really had a crush on him. Who would not? He is a nice, good-looking, sensible guy. Always the gentleman, always the outspoken one - that's him. There was even a time when I can't look at him straight in the eyes. Fortunately, I got over him, fast. Our friendship became too important to risk (because tell me, how can you be friends with someone you can't even bear to look at because of shyness?)Don't get me wrong though, we have been friends long enough for me to realize that he is admirable in a lot of ways. ^_~

It will be a good news for his admirers to know that he's still single. I called him Mr. Hopeless Romantic once. He disagreed. I still prefer calling him that than telling him he's torpe. Imagine not having a single girlfriend in his 19 years of existence? (Now it's already 20.) He has his own excuses that we, his girl-friends care to understand. Truth be told, I, the exceptionally possessive girl-friend, really get what he means...until we made a deal: his Hermione in exchange of my Harry. *evil laughter*

Dude,

Happy, happy, happy birthday! I wish you all the happiness and blessings in this world because you deserve it. May God bless you and your family always.

Love,

Shai

PS

You're gowing up too fast. Work on our deal, okaaay?

I'm finally letting go. *sobs* hahahaha.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Of theses, practicums and case studies...

This morning, I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as I saw a friend having her graduation picture (yearbook picture, as a matter of fact) as her Facebook profile’s primary photo. She’ll be graduating on time like most of my batch mates and sooo unlike me. tsk.tsk.tsk.

I tried hard to calm myself down. I kept reminding myself that I was ready for such things, supposedly at least. Instead, unwanted questions kept flooding my mind. Where did I go wrong? Was it the moment I chose to enter UP? Was it when I didn’t pursue Biology? Was it when I transferred to Diliman? Was it when I still tried for Education? Of course, these are questions with sensible answers that I refused to accept because I was so irrationally hurt. Only after I tore myself away from the computer did I truly calm down.

You see, I was “briefed” that college will take 4 years, just 4 years (in general) then viola! One will be prepared to search for employment. My college life had its own twists and turns. So far, I have been to 2 campuses and 3 courses and *gasp* it’s my fourth year. No one could blame me; I have every right to panic, get hurt and be jealous of my batch mates who’ll be graduating by the end of this school year. Graduating on time is a big deal.

*sigh*

I never thought I would be in this state. It’s not that miserable, I know, but it’s a little bit pitiful. It’s a pity I wasted a lot of time. It’s a pity I didn’t take some things seriously. It’s a pity I ended up like this. :|

*long sigh*

What I felt this morning made me strengthen my belief that there are good reasons working behind the scenes. Thank God I’m with a very supportive family – I guess what’s really important is that they’re still there for me, mistakes and all. Thank God I have met special people along those twists and turns – some of them are just around the corner giving me a push whenever I need one. Thank God I am still enjoying what most people can’t – studying and having a good education. Thank God I’m in this state – if not, I won’t realize how truly blessed I am, in ways I couldn’t imagine. :)


Para sa mga batch mates and friends kong graduating na:
Huwag sukuan ang mga theses, practicums, case studies at kung anupaman yan.
You’ve gone this far, congratulations!
I’m so proud of you.♥


Note to Self:
Sometimes, looking back on what you had motivates you to keep moving forward...there's a reason why you left. Keep going. :)


Keeping.The.Faith.♥

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Cowardice...*


Is when you let chances slip away.

Is when you choose to live with regrets.

Is when you push people away from you.

Is when you refuse to admit what you really feel.

Is YOU and I, personified.




*All because we are so damned afraid of getting hurt.


I.Know.I'm.Worth.It.♥