before (a few months ago i think), my whole week would revolve around planning where to go/hang/chill/party (whatever you want to call it) for the weekend. If by Thursday, I'd still have no plans, I'd go on a semi-internal depression/panic mode. i may be exaggerating but judge me anyway.

But now, I'm home on a Friday night. I hardly got out of bed ( Read more... )

I was 99% sure I wouldn't make it. Still sucks bad though.

Most of the time, I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

I don't love it, I don't hate it either. It just feels 'wrong' sometimes, like I'm not supposed to be here.

Pre-quarter life crisis much?

sometimes i feel like i'm just floating through life. not really living it. *insert eye-rolling here*

yeah, get a grip, self.

after showing papa the new tat:

papa: magpa-tattoo sad kaha ko noh (maybe i should also get a tattoo)

meinrado rocks!

You would've thought it was God's second coming yesterday when Pacman arrived at the House.

There was a rally against charter change outside and farmers  were trooping to the building to discuss CARP with the Congressmen. Of course, these issues were stomped on when the people's champ walked in the session hall.


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It's been a few days since that exam that i always talked about before (yeah it's pretty annoying sometimes but it's that big of a deal to me).

anyway, to rant, i've never experienced near-brain damage as much as in those three days. my friend mina's brain must have died too as well. In the world history exam, she was supposed to write "archduke ( Read more... )

sometimes (or rarely), i'm so positive about things -- that they'll turn out okay and that all will fall into place.

most of the time though, i just feel screwed.

let's turn that around shall we.

gah. quarter life crisis. and i'm still two years short of 25.

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I wouldn't call it being in a rut. Cause I don't feel like I don't have direction. As a matter of fact, I pretty much know what I want to be, and every possibility is there to get to that place.

The road to getting there though -- I didn't imagine it to be this difficult. I can't even use the '"cause I'm a working girl" excuse, cause that part of my ( Read more... )