Tell me if time should make a change
Then why do I feel the same?
Sunday, September 5, 2010 / 12:11 AM ♥
IT HAS BEEN AN EXHAUSTING WEEK.
Its been intensive revision for the most part, imagine....rushing through 3 years of studies. Torture isn't it? I shall be studying my arse off for the next few days. While you guys worry over exams which start next month, our N levels officially start this monday (: You can tell our batch is all about slacking, yes we seriously got a problem here.
#nowplaying - High School Never Ends (Bowling for Soup)
Sometimes i wonder why does my class have to be so different from the others. Why don't we have the same bond, same kind of unity or teamwork other classes share?
We are outspoken, incredibly lazy and lacking of teamwork. (ironic as it seems, our name is 4Teamwork2) the only 'teamwork' we got is everyone ditching the last period every
wednesday. You get the picture, we're the worst class ;p
BUT you know what, i'd never trade places.
-Sure i'd go to other classes and get adopted, (i happen to like mixing around.)
-Sure i don't sing praises about my very own class, i'm not much of a fan.
-Sure they got my hands full, me being the class chairman.
-Sure i can get pissed at them for almost everything, (i can make a list.)
BUT THIS IS MY CLASS. NO MATTER WHAT I SAY/OR SAID. ITS STILL MY CLASS.
and i'm not wiling to trade any of it. You could say i'm not exactly OK with how things worked out, but i'm not disappointed either. I know i complained before, but honestly if you don't count the negative parts, I was already contented with whatever i got. Other classes and their 'bond-that-always-seemed-to-be-up-in-our-faces' happened to make me selfish and crave for more.
We don't need videos, class outings, bonding sessions or whatever the other classes got. Don't get me wrong but i'd love to have those. (Please, who wouldn't?) But we're just not that kind of class. I've finally come to realize and accept that. And to me, it doesn't really matter now. It all comes down to the end and how you make of it, will you regret? or cherish and make the most of everything you got.?
"Around the age of 16, 17, or 18, maybe even a little younger, people start asking us, Where do you want to go to college? What do you want to do? They are curious about our plans for the future, and sometimes genuinely interested in providing guidance.
But at the same age, when we say we love someone, we’re often told, No you don’t.You’re too young. You don’t know what you want.
We’ve been dealing with people longer than we have been in school or have been researching professions. I think it’s more than possible that we’d know what we want in a person as much or more so than what we want to do professionally at this point in time." - (fyeahlove) (http://spbaybee.tumblr.com/)
Ok so heres the thing about me when i happen to rant: all the words i plan to say in my head just never come out right when i put it in words/print/or paper. To summarize it, I have this 'condition' where i simply can't express myself properly. Thus theres me babbling, me stammering, me zoning out, or worse: not saying anything at all.
i was going to write about my boring, (yet eventful) weekend but this is needed.
THIS IS GOING OUT TO ALL GIRLS,
who say their not beautiful,
who claims they're stupid,
who feels invisible,
who are lonely,
who believe that they're not good enough,
who are at the their breaking point,
who spend their nights crying,
who are just hurting,
do not, DO NOT, waste your tears, your late nights and most importantly don't waste yourselves away thinking this. And don't tell me i have no right to say this, because i've been through it. And I assume almost everyone will. We all have our different story, but we all hurt just as much. And although we can't judge because we won't know what you've been though....The only way to get through this is to know that you aren't alone.
"When you feel unaccepted, you don't see all the people in the world who
accept you for you are, you only see the one person who doesn't."
-you are beautiful because there are (and always be people) who will think so,
-you are smart enough because you are aware of the consequences,
-you are invisible to one person but fail to see the ones who care about you,
-you feel lonely, but you don't see the people who were beside you all along,
most importantly, you are strong. Strong for risking it, strong for putting your heart on the line when you already know the consequences, and strong for bearing all this shit. To everyone who happens to be hurting, whatever you story is. YOU ARE STRONG TO OVERCOME IT. Believe that whatever happens for a reason, and dream hoping that a better day will eventually come. God would never bear you with something you won't be able to overcome, and he won't bear you with something beyond your limitations.
remember that you aren't alone,
whats worth fighting for and worth these tears are
yeap thats me. the rest is for you to figure out.
i'm done with trying to explain myself.
Sunday, September 5, 2010 / 12:11 AM ♥
IT HAS BEEN AN EXHAUSTING WEEK.
Its been intensive revision for the most part, imagine....rushing through 3 years of studies. Torture isn't it? I shall be studying my arse off for the next few days. While you guys worry over exams which start next month, our N levels officially start this monday (: You can tell our batch is all about slacking, yes we seriously got a problem here.
shut up (: we're awesome too
Friday, September 3, 2010 / 6:42 AM ♥
#nowplaying - High School Never Ends (Bowling for Soup)
Sometimes i wonder why does my class have to be so different from the others. Why don't we have the same bond, same kind of unity or teamwork other classes share?
We are outspoken, incredibly lazy and lacking of teamwork. (ironic as it seems, our name is 4Teamwork2) the only 'teamwork' we got is everyone ditching the last period every
wednesday. You get the picture, we're the worst class ;p
BUT you know what, i'd never trade places.
-Sure i'd go to other classes and get adopted, (i happen to like mixing around.)
-Sure i don't sing praises about my very own class, i'm not much of a fan.
-Sure they got my hands full, me being the class chairman.
-Sure i can get pissed at them for almost everything, (i can make a list.)
BUT THIS IS MY CLASS. NO MATTER WHAT I SAY/OR SAID. ITS STILL MY CLASS.
and i'm not wiling to trade any of it. You could say i'm not exactly OK with how things worked out, but i'm not disappointed either. I know i complained before, but honestly if you don't count the negative parts, I was already contented with whatever i got. Other classes and their 'bond-that-always-seemed-to-be-up-in-our-faces' happened to make me selfish and crave for more.
We don't need videos, class outings, bonding sessions or whatever the other classes got. Don't get me wrong but i'd love to have those. (Please, who wouldn't?) But we're just not that kind of class. I've finally come to realize and accept that. And to me, it doesn't really matter now. It all comes down to the end and how you make of it, will you regret? or cherish and make the most of everything you got.?
"Around the age of 16, 17, or 18, maybe even a little younger, people start asking us, Where do you want to go to college? What do you want to do? They are curious about our plans for the future, and sometimes genuinely interested in providing guidance.
But at the same age, when we say we love someone, we’re often told, No you don’t.You’re too young. You don’t know what you want.
We’ve been dealing with people longer than we have been in school or have been researching professions. I think it’s more than possible that we’d know what we want in a person as much or more so than what we want to do professionally at this point in time." - (fyeahlove) (http://spbaybee.tumblr.com/)
Ok so heres the thing about me when i happen to rant: all the words i plan to say in my head just never come out right when i put it in words/print/or paper. To summarize it, I have this 'condition' where i simply can't express myself properly. Thus theres me babbling, me stammering, me zoning out, or worse: not saying anything at all.
i was going to write about my boring, (yet eventful) weekend but this is needed.
THIS IS GOING OUT TO ALL GIRLS,
who say their not beautiful,
who claims they're stupid,
who feels invisible,
who are lonely,
who believe that they're not good enough,
who are at the their breaking point,
who spend their nights crying,
who are just hurting,
do not, DO NOT, waste your tears, your late nights and most importantly don't waste yourselves away thinking this. And don't tell me i have no right to say this, because i've been through it. And I assume almost everyone will. We all have our different story, but we all hurt just as much. And although we can't judge because we won't know what you've been though....The only way to get through this is to know that you aren't alone.
"When you feel unaccepted, you don't see all the people in the world who
accept you for you are, you only see the one person who doesn't."
-you are beautiful because there are (and always be people) who will think so,
-you are smart enough because you are aware of the consequences,
-you are invisible to one person but fail to see the ones who care about you,
-you feel lonely, but you don't see the people who were beside you all along,
most importantly, you are strong. Strong for risking it, strong for putting your heart on the line when you already know the consequences, and strong for bearing all this shit. To everyone who happens to be hurting, whatever you story is. YOU ARE STRONG TO OVERCOME IT. Believe that whatever happens for a reason, and dream hoping that a better day will eventually come. God would never bear you with something you won't be able to overcome, and he won't bear you with something beyond your limitations.
remember that you aren't alone,
whats worth fighting for and worth these tears are
