Things are starting to look up. I didn’t fail any of my 2nd round exams. More importantly, I got an A on my pathophysiology exam (yeah biaaa! miracles do happen!) Studying hard for a million hours, and sacrificing playtime for work pays off. Semester’s ending and I need to start studying for finals NOW… but I think I can do this. About 4 more weeks of this school shizz.. let’s git it, git it!
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When I see cereal, I think of Diane Krystal. :) IMU.
This just made me smile. I miss you a lot. Let’s have a korean feast already! I’m craving for some japchae and bibimbap! :)
This will be depressing blog #103485939284. I don’t give a shit anymore if my blogs are so emo. I’m trying to vent.
School — oh hello, school… I hate you a lot. Nothing new, still struggling in my classes. Initially, my goal was to pass these classes with A’s; yeah, it’s a lot harder than I thought. Now i’m just tryna pass with C’s. Sure, C’s get degree’s, but such a depressing and relieving thought for me. My GPA will hate me for this, but I don’t care anymore. I just want to pass these classes and not be held back a semester. I don’t know what i’m doing wrong. I don’t go out, I read and study all the time, and I end up not doing as well as I thought on these exams. It’s extremely frustrating trying to pass these classes, while you see some of your classmates passing with flying colors. I’m stressed out 6 out of 7 days a week. Today is actually the first time since august that I’ve cried over inanimate objects—that’s how stressed I am.
Life (in general)— Unfortunately, I got into my first car accident last Thursday. Some mexican rear ended my car and hit-n-run. Yeah, i’m upset.. and so are my parents. There goes our money.. because of some idiot who doesn’t know how to drive. Now I remember how difficult it is to not have a car, and having to depend on others to take you to places like school and stuff. It sucks. Maybe the cops will find him, but maybe not. I’m not worried though, cuz karma will bite him in the ass one day. Another thing to add, i’m broke, broke, broke—extremely broke. It sucks that I don’t have a job, then again it sucks that I know I can’t handle a job right now with school. I want to work, but that’s not an option right now. But I really need money.. like really. I’m tired of asking my parents for money. I’m pretty sure they won’t give me anymore money because of my accident. Right now, I really despise that person who hit me. You, idiot stranger, are ruining my birthday. To be honest, I don’t even have any birthday plans. I don’t care anymore. I really don’t give a shit right now about my birthday. I know.. i’ll be 21, but tell me why i’m not so excited for this anymore? For my birthday I want 2 things: to pass all my nursing classes, and stability. Damnit, I’m a wreck inside.
I’m not as happy as I should be right now. Which is why I need to look for more guidance. Lord, where are you, when I need you? I need your strength because I certainly don’t have enough right now. Please & thank you. <3
I really am trying to be positive… Forreal, I need to be positive.
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“We need to talk.” This is usually what I have to say after we haven’t spoken in a while. It’s either I’m the crazy bitch with problems, or you’re the asshole who just avoids everything. Many times have I tried to discuss things with you, and many times you have succeedingly manage to avoid it. I haven’t spoken to you in weeks, almost months, but please don’t assume that I’m going to be the first person to say wassup. We’ve probably read each other’s facebooks, or stare at each other’s screen names; however, neither of us want to acknowledge each other. Don’t get me wrong, I would like to know about your life. I want to know how your Mom’s birthday went, or how well you’re doing in school. Not necessarily a fan of your anger rants, but I do miss talking to you. I want to tell you my stories, and update you with my life in Nursing School. I want to vent to you about how people annoy me, and have you always put me in my place by helping me see both sides. You were always the person I vent out to about everything, and now I can’t. I want to talk to you, but I can’t. I have my reasons why I’d rather not initiate conversation with you. I don’t need to explain myself any more than I already have to you. I’ve already made my amends. You still haven’t. So do me a favor and MAN up, and own up to your mistakes. Give me the respect, that I’ve always given you. I’m probably an idiot for writing this here, but it’s not like it’s going to make a difference if I tell you this. Even if you do read this (which you probably won’t), I do hope you get the message in figuring out on what I deserve.
Sometimes I don’t get why people have the urge to get fucked up.
I’d understand if you took an exam, did well and ace that shit with flying colors.. then yes you may celebrate, and have fun. =)
I, also understand if its your birthday, or someone’s birthday. That’s fine… go celebrate. =)
But for all of you who do nothing with your life, and have no idea what the hell you’re going to do.. just want to get fucked up because you have nothing else to do. Seriously, WHY?! You act as if doing all these things will help you do something in life. Think again.
People need to find their priorities. Get a life. Motivate yourself, and stop wasting time.
I am ranting because I know my period is coming.. and this has bothered me for some time now. Don’t mind my lame post. Haha.
She`s the one you call when you`re bored because she makes you laugh. She`s the one you talk to when you`re feeling down because she`s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She`s not the one you call when you need a date to your company`s Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She`s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find `The One`. You know, the one you keep in the MEANTIME.
She`s not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don`t look at her as a “real” woman, either. She`s not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in the light. She`s too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She`s too understanding, too comfortable. Doesn`t make you feel nervous or excited the way a `real` woman does. But she`s cool, nice and funny, and attractive enough that when you`re lonely and need intimate female companionship, she`ll do just fine.
You don`t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don`t have any facades to keep up, no pretense to preserve. You`re not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She`s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you. And you know that you don`t have to explain yourself or the situation, that she`ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn`t the beginning of a relationship or that there`s any possiblity that you have any real romantic feelings for her.
It won`t bother her that you`ll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you`ve been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. She`ll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She`s just so cool.. why can`t all women be like that?!
But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don`t.. because to you, the situation between the two of you isn`t important enough to merit any real thought) you know that it`s really not fair.
You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don`t think she`s good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it`smostly her fault, because she doesn`t have to give in to your needs - she could really play hard-to-get. Bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn`t pull it off. Maybe she`s too short, or a little overweight, or has big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell, or just really not that type.
Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman. So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman.
You`ll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, and she`ll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.
She doesn`t captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile.
Mainly, she blends in with the crowd. She`s safe. She doesn`t want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone`s head. She wants to be SPECIAL to someone, too. We all do.
She has feelings. She has heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger heart than any woman you`ve ever known because she`s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway.
She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you`ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.I’ve been thinking about this for awhile.
as if i couldn’t love nikko manalo even more, she write this. and i swear this girl spits straight truth. nothing ever spoke to me more than her words. i love/miss you sis! i don’t want to be a meantime girl, cause next time i mean time.
— Thanks Angie for sharing.
REAL TALK: Story of my fucking life. This is how I am with EVERY boy I meet. I’m speechless after reading this. I really don’t want to be that ‘meantime’ girl anymore. =(
