I believe

I know what's right and wrong; I will prove myself worthy.

I am in control of my schedule; I shall not squander time.

It is me who decides; I shall make the right choices.

I hold the key

to happy times and good fortune.

I am stronger than I think I am,

impenetrable by the darkness of outside forces.

I will manage myself

because no one else will do it for me.

Dear Self,

I give you a hug >:D<

I wish you luck. 

You'll have the magic back.

growth

tumult

internal turmoil 

an altogether new landscape:

[ ] talk to your parents

[ ] be true to yourself

[ ] remember why you're here 

[ ] please please please get a grip

a few minutes to think 

and just be you

and not have to worry about anything else.

YOU ARE NOT IN CANDYLAND, CLOUD NINE, OR A CASTLE.

YOU ARE HERE, YOU ARE NOW. 

You're the only one who can love and take care of yourself in the most real way possible.

So love yourself.

Intense feelings

Flooding this blog like a boss~

WHY DID I LEAVE MY HARD DRIVE AT THE DORM @-)

I WANT TO WATCH CHICK FLICKS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE OF THE CHILLY WEATHER HUHU.

The Birthday Dream

-aka rite of passage that fills the gap in my thrill-seeking tendencies

Mala-Eat Pray Love ang peg. 

http://www.wanderrgirl.com/2012/07/notes-to-self-arriane-abbey-travel-alone/

18 is not a super young age to be independent and self-reliant.
Can I stress that enough. :))

After watching Taken before, I slightly got paranoid though :))

Operation convince-your-lola-and-everyone-else-in-the-family, here we come (!!!)

What is frustrated 'trep.

Someday, I'm gonna make these dreams come true. HAHAHA.

In the meantime, I'm gonna read the August issue of Entrepreneur magazine lying around our house.

Also: it's the first time in a long time that I read a newspaper. I mean, in its physical and tangible form. Funny how I needed to do that to realize (again, after a loong time) that the world is huuuuge. Self, why do you need a newspaper to affirm the fact that your life does not revolve around schoolwork?

But anyway, I'm off to study Origin-Insertion-Action again to see if my crazy mnemonics worked. Ironic. The title of the Word file reads, "Ultimate Mnemonics Edition to Save My Life." @-)

Girly-ing, aka study break

[ ] So where do I find pretty dreamcatcher necklaces :-"

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AFTER BIO LAB EXAM, I PROMISE TO MAKE THE MOST OF MY LIFE AND QUIT DOING UNPRODUCTIVE THINGS.

Unproductive = boring, repetitive, predictable stuff

(except studying, of course)

I need 

[ ] energy

[ ] motivation

[ ] consistency

[ ] commitment

Studyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

._.

These are the sorts of things that will pretty much make me nostalgic in the future.

Hay, life.

after eons

Hi blog. Sorry that I've forsaken you.

Whenever a new friend or mere acquaintance mentions that he/she reads my blog, there's always a momentary sense of discomfort introduced into the equation, probably brought by self-consciousness or mere embarrassment from the enormity of sap that manages to make its way here. For a while I didn't want to add fuel to the fire (rawr as if a gazillion people reads your blog anyway), so I decided to keep safe from that possibility and skip recording events here altogether (no matter how vague I craft my words in the first place).

But today someone mentioned this virtual space during a conversation again, and this someone -- who happens to be none other than my crush -- has read certain posts exactly all about him. I know what you're thinking. Coolness, right? You know, the sarcastic type. If it were unrequited "like" I would have probably put a water gun to my head already and/or locked myself in a room (too bad I can't even have alone time these days), but thank goodness that it's just one of those let's-laugh-about-it-together moments.

Since this crush already reads this blog anyway and I have yet to resurrect this blog for the nth by depositing a substantial story during my 2nd year life, I'll probably leave a tidbit today.

a very crappy poem that summarizes my feelings in the most vague way i can manage

much ado about the future and everything
leaves you with nothing
if at all you succeed
in confession, the love you breed,
you skip stones, deliver hope
but leave out the bread and butter of good times in
conversation, smiles, cheer and company

i love
the gift,
the present.

These days it's my current take on an exciting life.
More to come soon (probably), toodles!