As some of you may already know, I have been accepted at the College of Mass Communication’s BA Broadcast Communication program at UP Diliman. Out of the 172 young hopefuls who tried their best to win a slot, I was part of the 30 who got admitted. I still can’t believe that I was accepted at my dream course in my dream university (or campus, rather). I have been dreading to transfer to this program for a year now, but I didn’t know that it would soon become a reality.
To say that this is a blessing from the heavens above is an understatement. This is a miracle. I didn’t know why the panel of interviewers liked my answers because I thought they were run of the mill and stupid. The other two who were with me at that time were both very articulate and good public speakers, so I got intimidated and I just answered humbly and truthfully. Maybe the panel preferred truthful answers rather than sugarcoated ones. (Especially that “loud” girl. Haha.)
This is such a dream come true for me. This is so surreal. You guys don’t know how much this means to me.
Gimme yer tight hugs!
It’s very hard to refrain from doing something you’re already accustomed with for several years now.
It’s difficult to be genuinely nice for a change, because no matter how hard you try, people will still say stuff about you and about why you had a sudden change of heart. Bad or good.
Disappointing, yes, but it’s more disheartening to discover how it really feels like when people say bad things about you and you try not to retaliate and stay humble.
I also didn’t expect that they could do that and say those mean things about me, and I even thought they were really nice.
I just sometimes ask myself, Ano bang problema sa’kin? Masama ba akong tao? May ginawa ba ako sa kanila? And then a rush of bad memories come in, so I eventually start to blame myself for having such a flawed personality, and cry everything out. Everything.
But nothing concrete happens when I cry; it just lessens the emotional load. And the bad memories sometimes rush back in.
I feel helpless and utterly inferior, and it seems that everything good and worthwhile I did is useless.
I feel dead inside.
I hope this summer ends without me breaking down on something that shallow again. I don’t want another heartbreak this season; sheer positive vibes throughout this two-month break please. Also, I have school shit to keep me busy.
- Finally, second semester’s officially over. I can’t believe I was able to pass all of my subjects this semester, especially Math 11. I failed its three departmental exams and the finals, but I managed to ace the removals. Woohoo!
- I plan to transfer next semester to Diliman for practical reasons (e.g. close to home). I’ll miss Manila (assuming that I’ll be able to transfer) and everybody there. Manila loved me first. Huhuhuhu cry till fade.
- I still think that my summer would be boring and uneventful, but I do hope that I’d get to see my high school friends often in this two-month break.
- I forgot all about Project 366. Papers and school work refraining me from making love with my camera.
- So many books (see recent posts) and TV series to finish this summer! This is really my big break!
- LADY GAGA’S COMING TO MANILA ON MAY 21. AND I HAVEN’T GOT ANY MONEY. MUST SAVE HUHU.
- And oh, hello again Tumblr. I missed you.
You know that feeling when you’re happy for the one you just moved on from because he finally found the perfect guy for him? Yes, that. And no, I’m not even jealous of his new found man who’s undeniably gorgeous and loads better than his exes. I’m jealous of what both of them have—that thing that binds them together and makes them the sweetest and most beautiful couple I’ve ever seen.
Oh the things love can do to people.
Just thinking about them being together makes me envious, envious in a way that would I really find the one man that would fully reciprocate the feelings I have for him?
This is why I hate staying up late for exams.
Since everything’s so silent and the only thing I can hear is my thoughts, I usually have the urge to plug in my earphones and listen to a playlist on my phone I named “crey” which comprises of, what else, sad songs that would make me cry.
You and your new hubby look so cute together. You’re undeniably the most gorgeous couple I know. A match made in heaven.
Congratulations! I’m so happy for you and him.
What is it with the wee hours of the night and it makes us think profoundly? Ugh.
January 24 in bullets
- Woke up a wee bit early because of this.
- Only had two classes: Math and PE.
- Our Math professor reprimanded us for not finishing our exams. What he said broke my heart. And I quote, “Alam niyo naman ang responsibilidad niyo as UP students. Pinili kayo ng UP para [mag-aral] dito. Ang daming nabigo [sa UPCAT].” I feel your pain, sir.
- My respect for you has increased tenfold. And so has my attraction to you.
- Met up with Dane BB (@tweetsbydane) at La Salle for her post-birthday treat.
- BonChon was delicious. And so was the milk tea she gave me. Must visit her side of Taft more.
- Hot guys. Hot guys everywhere.
- Dead tired from PE and crazy dancing.
- Sorry Michie if I used your iPad’s camera and photobooth too much. LOL
- Temple Run really IS addicting. Too bad I don’t have an iPod touch anymore.
Tuesday morning
I was having a generally good dream tonight until someone asked me why I wake up so early and if I always brought an umbrella to school.
Unparalleled questions. And from a person who I miss so dearly. Hmm…
I woke up from my slumber. It was my father who asked me those questions. I had to see if he was really there beside me, actually talking to me after almost two years of “no communication”. But as what I expected, he wasn’t.
I couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad.
