Stress
POSTED AT 07:35 PM

hottie_ice

I barely got an hour to post this entry; clearly I don’t have time with my recreations and such. My free time is marking its way to zero and as the minute passes by, the constant pressure of things to be done just messes the hell out of me. My recent days are so hectic, and I presume the next are deadly, if not exasperating. I am exhausted, and its only July, nine months more, nine months of headache and pain in the butt. This is constraint, monotonous, unexciting and plain frantic. Well, this is my school life—stressful and unhappy.
Listening to: The Ordertaker
Feeling: exhausted

UPD
POSTED AT 10:26 PM

hottie_ice

It's UPCAT August 6...(2 weeks from now?)

I didn't have plans on applying on UP anyway. I'm having more thoughts on applying to Ateneo. Ateneo is somewhat my dream school na. I can't wait to be back on my old "connection" campus. I remember when it's traffic along Katipunan road, when I take the nearest route to Miriam and I often do that than not.

So I was saying, its 2 weeks before UPCAT, Sunday 6:30 am--Business Administration...to be exact. My parents want me too apply so I obliged nonetheless, besides its an oppurtunity after all. But the thing is, I don't like my course BA Broadcast Communication in UPD. I was so cramming in submitting all the requirements so I didn't focus on choosing a course, and to tell you this, as if papasa ako, feeling ko hindi rin. My grades in highschool are way way down BELOW. On other words, it is low. I think there are better course than that. I was impulsive. I didn't take any precautions or advice. What if I had given the oppurtunity to study there? And I don't like I course, I'll rather refuse it. Well, good luck in UP Manila...Nursing, my second choice.

Its ok for me if I will not be accepted, and if I will be, maybe its only an option.
Listening to: Breaking Free
Feeling: crammed

On blogging
POSTED AT 05:29 PM

hottie_ice

There were many things that had happened—significant events, unforgettable experiences and most blissful moments— only to describe a few, and yet I cannot write a single thing about it. I think there’s a need to; it is a necessity. Even if I only write it in a piece of paper, it will make sense. It’s for reminiscing sake and for the inevitable fact that I might forget it someday. I believe that those things would only happen to me once. I just want to write them one by one, moment after moment and as exact as possible—from early this year and up to this sickening present. I want to go back wherever/whenever I was before for a reason that I don’t like how things run in my life today and I don't think I ever will.
Reading: No more words
Feeling: moody