Tuesday, September 18, 2012 @ 5:43 AM 0 stares
Monday morning while walking in the
hallway. At the back of my head, I can still remember how Syvelle and Joe mumbled how hard that test was. How
Cinco could possibly gave such type of exam knowing there are a lot of students
failing because of her exam types . How Syvelle didn’t wrote her answers on the
answer sheet right before time. Joe asking me what the answers are and me being
the genius feeling again. While Cha2 and Ross and me just laughed all our
mistakes.
That’s US. It’s like our usual routine. DISCOURAGE, REGRETS, REMORSE. Still we hope for the best. God knows what’s going to happen for the next few weeks.
Not that Im being such a hypocrite or any exuberantly
confident student with passing grades but really, with all honest, I got into days where I just tell myself that “
Well, I did my best in that exam” and times when I just know
right at point that I lacked effort on
that exam. I will never be shock when I
get low scores when at the first place I already knew Im going to get it. I
mean, Yes I do cry because I don’t want
to fail again, I don’t want others to look small on me and I want to prove to them that though Im already an
Irregular, I can still keep up with my majors and f them off with my passing
scores.
I don’t want to be greater than someone else. I just want to be better
than what I thought myself yesterday. I want to be better by tomorrow and the
next day and the next day. Prove to myself that somehow, Im gonna graduate someday. That Im going to have my
own job and help my brother financially. Buy my grandma with dresses. Buy
groceries with my own money. Shop with any regrets. Go to places. Travel. Have
my own DSLR, My own car and place.
I understand how everyone get so pissed off and then cry at some point in Velez. But Fuck discouragements,
fuck crying and thinking over things that’ll only make you unproductive. Being negative. Self procrastinating. Self-pity cause you didn’t get a passing score and still not doing any
improvements at all. Making excuses as if you’re very proud of doing them. You even do more efforts to your boyfriend
than your own book. You know right ahead that you’ve got to adapt more in
studying cause 3rd year is different. But no, you’re still playing
that stupid game as if that’s going to help you in life, reading those manga
comics like they’re going to be real when you fail, being so busy with your
MU-idk-if-real guy as if I fucking believe you. So calm and dependent cause
everybody else is failing that’s why you’ll just let yourself go with the flow.
For a change, grow up! Stop depending on
your parents, stop believing that you’re gonna be okay because your boyfriend will
be there, stop telling yourself that you’re going to fail. For once, think
about your parents. Think how they work hard just to have you in this
institution and probably hoping that you’ll help them soon when they’re old.
Believe in yourself, do better and be productive. Pray a lot. Smile. Take a
break or a nap. Listen to music. Go somewhere else where you can study. Just go
with your guts.
And hey, Drink some MILKTEA. It’ll make you feel better, PROMISE. C:
Friday, September 14, 2012 @ 8:35 AM 0 stares
So it's already Friday of September 14. And yes, Im not studying because Im sure there's no Exam tomorrow except maybe the post exam for Leukocyte Count. But hey, Im procrastinating again.
Okay, so I just remembered those MOONCAKES at Sister of St. Paul Chartres Medical Center. I've been craving a lot of things these past days. It's weird. I just have this sudden urge to go back that place and just maybe, maybe wander there and just experience those days again when my mom was still alive. I loved that place. I spent my half life there, you know. It was like very peaceful with trees and pretty nurses going around and yes, the Nuns walking like some creepy ghost. It is also the place where I told myself that Im gonna be a doctor someday. That maybe, If I get tired I'll just be a Nun. I also saw a lot of Medtechs there but I don't have any idea they were called such. I always think of them as one of the Nurse category or any sucking bloody job. They were all serious all the time. Walk in patient's room and then go straight to the Lab or vice versa. Yeah, they're cool. I never thought I'll get the same course as them. My course is too cool. lol
Soooooooooooo. Ever since my mom was diagnosed with cancer, I had already got into a lot of hospitals in the city. There's VCMC, Miller Sanitarium and Hospital and Perpetual Succour Hospital.The one I really really missed the most is the Sisters of St. Paul Chartres Medical Center. It's a specialized center for cancers. Not that I love it. I hate it, honestly, cause thats where my mom spent her last days and then died at that exact room, hallway where I cried a sea and the place where my phobia for hospitals even got worse. I just miss it cause I used to walk on those buildings and always think, yes my mom is gonna be okay and that she’ll go home with us again and we can go shopping and watch cinemas and what any normal family does. And yes, Im gonna stop now cause Im going to start crying and it irritates my swollen left eye. Gaah, f late nights.
I also missed that MOONCAKES well they’re actually muffins, I guess, at the canteen. Me and my mom both love those mooncakes and other foods there. We used to buy a lot of foods there even though my mom is not allowed to eat those. She's a hard ass. Like me.
I’ll go back there probably this following days and buy some mooncakes or muffins or whatever.
I MISS YOU MOMMY
I MISS YOU MOMMY
Tuesday, September 4, 2012 @ 11:50 AM 0 stares
Room 207. Yes, its a new place. Internet. New Bed. New study table. New closet. New environment. New people. SAME SHIT. EVEN WORSE than Labangon.
It's been 2 months since I started living here and yes, its different. Different in a way cause unlike in Labangon here it's BORING. Boring cause I don't have persons to talk to, No dogs to play with, Have walls that makes you thought of things, Double deck bed which is so hard to climb and NO FOOD.
Person to Talk To
I mean, Im used to this stuff. I got no one to talk to about everything but there's just empty here. I feel like I don't want to talk to Tats cause he's serious. Tiny talks to me but I don't know if I should trust her in some ways. It's hard when you've got no one to talk to inside a room, you tend to be suicidal sometimes cause you think you're not worth a voice for.
No Dogs to Play with
Im an animal lover. I don't understand how Tiny can look that angelicly good and pretty but hates animals particularly Dogs. In labangon, when Im bored I just go outside and play with KingKong and Sparky. Here, I'll just glance at those dogs at the Cebu Vet and think to myself if I could just go inside and play with those dogs or steal one and bring in here. It'll be great having a dog here, I could really get use some company.
Walls
Well, i slept in a double deck-ed bed and unfortunately on the TOP BED. Its hard to climb these things cause you might step on someone's face or worst woke them up while they're fast asleep. Its hard to go down, too cause it makes metal noises. And yes, Walls. You see mate, I see walls in these room. White walls create a different ambiance to one's mind. So the more you see it, the more you think of deeper thoughts. Like one of those rooms inside a psychiatric ward. White walls and there's bed and then YOU. It makes me feel trap always. Like Im not going anywhere cause you're suppose to stay here, study those ass out, cause you don't have enough money to go out and cause you chose to transfer here rather than staying in your Aunt's house. Making you feel guilty about transferring.
FOOD
This. For the record, I was never the patay gutom type my whole life and I think thats pretty obvious by looks of mine. But somehow when I got here, everything is always HUNGRY. I got to find some place where I can fit my small allowance and at the same time get myself FULL. Its hard to study when your stomach is growling and scratching for FOOD always. I really really wish I can eat a lot these days. Everyone's telling me that Im too skinny which makes me look unhealthy and unattractive.
So by the looks of it, yeah I don't like this place. I don't want to be here. I want to stay somewhere I can really feel at home. Like in Asturias. I miss Labangon. But I can't go back there cause I know they'd laugh at me. I want to prove to them that I can live by myself without them checking on me and insulting me in every fucking way. Someday, I'll prove that to them. Someday Im going to have my own house here in the City with my brother and we're going to have our car just like them. And we're going to buy anything we like without them feeling pity on us. And as for you Dad, I know you'll never be proud of me. I just want you to know that I will be working someday and I won't be needing your help just to sustain us. If you only knew how many times I have to try myself, stopping myself to tell you about everything. But I guess, we're not worth listening for. Im not worth listening for. And I hate you for that.
Saturday, September 1, 2012 @ 11:03 PM 0 stares
-gloryszabo
It's been awhile. I know you're tired of listening to my craps and I know Im not suppose to bring things up like this again but I just really want to point this out.
So hey maybe I was too much towards you. The way I feel. Trust. Believe. Expect. Think. Worry. Love. Care. Maybe because I ain't got that kind of loving from anyone every since my Mom died. I felt so special because of you and that affected me a lot. You were the only person that made me feel that way. Now, I feel so embarass for being such a [slave towards what I feel for you.] Sad in almost every way cause I thought you'd be here with me doing this and that. Disappointed cause I don't know what to do next. Bitch cause Im starting to push people away from my life. Started a fight with Cha2 cause she lies all the time. And even mad at everyone. Annoyed. Fucked up. And just not right.
I hate myself for screwing things this bad. For letting myself be placed in this situation AGAIN. For feeling this emotional anxiety everyday. Im fighting everyday for no reason and just get tired and depressed. No, Im not tired of college. Im tired of hiding myself from you. Scared that I'll see you in this hallway and ignore me like what you always do. Leave me crying like mad at school cause you found my blog. Act like you never received any of my texts. Go with edch cause you know that'll make me jealous. Afraid of checking facebook cause there you are so happy and free with your inspired status and pictures of where you guys been having fun. Find every possible way to show me how happy you are and me just devastated and paranoid about everything.
But Im still happy for you. You seem so happy all the time that I wonder if you ever thought about me or even the little promises we said. But hey Im really happy for you. I really do.You got whole new bunch of friends and a family that really loves you.
Im really hoping for US to be friends again, not just some pass-me-by-the-hallway friend. A kind of friend that you USED to be. We used to be...: I really miss you.
Monday, August 20, 2012 @ 3:02 AM 0 stares
So what if we're both single now?
If nothing else, I hope you know that I love you with every ounce of my being. I hope you realize your important not only to me but to everyone who has been lucky enough to know you. I hope you know that when you're feeling down, I only ever strive for your happiness. I hope you remember that no matter what, Im always here for you and I will be staying for quite a time. And that this will never ever change.
I love you dear! :)))
Friday, August 17, 2012 @ 4:34 AM 0 stares
Third Year Life is damn serious.
Anyways. Funny how time goes fast when you least expect it. Back then, I was all confused on how to deal my life in college and how to graduate. A course where I don't have background with or even dreamt of becoming one someday. Universities like UC, UP and USC were all on the lists. I took entrance exams and God knows how I passed each of it. I passed Veterinary Med at UP but got discouraged by the looks of the school and how my cousins don't want me to study there. I passed both Nursing Entrance Exams in UC and USC and again, cousins got in the way. With all honest, I was only looking up to any course where I got to actually study COLLEGE. I didn't mind everything, I was only following to what cousins told me. And here goes Velez College. The old faced building and the oh so forest look was okay but seriously it scared the hell out of me. There were rooms without fans and yes the EMVM. The place where it all started. The place where we all met.
So yeah VC is the college where most of my cousins graduated but were all NURSES! Take note, NURSES! I never love or even considered the idea of being a nurse cause its already common, dont want to wipe other's butt or even go front to front with people with diseases and take care of them for salary. Nevertheless, I chose MEDICAL TECHNOLOGY. The only Velez course that doesn't have an entrance exam.
So 1st year was a struggle and 2nd year was THE BEST. To cut to the chase, Im now a third year. Yes, the oh so terrored year for all medtech students in Velez. Rows of major subjects for those who are regular and lucky for those irregular ones. But still, same weeks full of struggles, stress and other shitloads. I got few subjects in hand but I still find it hard to pass some exams. I just had my HEMA lec awhile ago and yeah, I know I won't be passing that one either.
Oh well. :'(
Thursday, August 16, 2012 @ 1:30 AM 0 stares
"I know this is random but just thought of letting you know that I missed our late night talks :) Anyway Study Well"
And there goes my HEMA thoughts cracking out of my skull.
That feeling of uncertainty again. Is she telling me that we should talk more often? Oh, she must have missed me? So she still loves me? Yes, that sort of mental breakdown whenever your Ex texts you at the middle of the night while you're seriously studying small font notes in HEMA. Though I admit, Im already numb and had developed my own sense of IDGAF thing for this but I just can't help turning back to that page again, question myself if Im doing the right thing and just go reply to that message
"Oh, I miss those too babe. I really wish we can do those again. Study well, too. ILOVEYOU"
But to my pure whim, I didn't. I only send her a very stupid smiley just to give her her own taste of medicine whenever she doesn't reply to any of my text messages. But hey, I was rambling and cuddling so much to my roommate out of my KILIGNESS to that random message Thursday night.
And yes, that inspired me to study more a few hours later. It made me smile for awhile. And yeah, you still give me that feeling.
Gawd, i miss you.
:)