{ 017 } the choice. the life. the dream.
Uhr. Friends.
I'm sorry for the previous outburst. It's just my family being overly insane, over and over again.
Now that I think of it, that incident was more of a motivation rather than a trivial matter, for me to study hard and get out of this hellhole. Yes, provided that I get into UP Diliman.
The farther from home, the better. I really can't stand it here anymore. :/
As for my course choices, yes, I've finally chosen, and I've passed my UPCAT form yesterday. I hate my batchmates though, seeing as most of them opted to take BS Biology and BA Psychology. I'm the only one who dared to take BS Chemistry and BS Computer Science as my course choices. :) I wanted to take BA Journalism as my second choice, as a surefire way of getting into UP Diliman (seeing as it's a quota course -- yet it's hardly full at all), but I doubt I'd love it.
Well, we'll see. What remains now is to wait and pass the UPCAT. Hopefully, I'd be able to land in the top 50 passers, which would then enable me to be an Oblation scholar. It's practically close to impossible, what with my crappy grades from first year to third year, but it's not impossible, right? I just have to try harder. :)
Yet for some reason, I feel odd. I feel a very strong sense of déjà vu.
Rereading my GM about my course choices again made me think.
Then a familiar feeling hit me. I've dreamed of it.
I dreamed of myself keying in that exact message into my cellphone's message editor. I recall declaring that I'd definitely pass the exam and enter UP Diliman as a BS Chemistry freshman.
But a sense of paranoia and odd foreboding distracts me.
It's as if I recall dreaming of something else, wherein I received news of not being able to pass the UP Diliman cut-off grade.
I SO hope it wouldn't happen.
The thing is, I have been gifted, or rather, cursed with the Gift of the Prophetic Pen.
More often than not, my dreams tend to be my future, and future events have been revealed to me in these. Could they have been coincidences?
Moreover, what I write, too, occurs in real life. Not all the time, but well, yes, it happens.
I definitely don't like the idea of not being able to study in UP Diliman for college; it's a school I've been aiming and aspiring for since God knows when.
I promised to myself that I'd get into that campus someday. Not as a visitor of some sorts, but as a student.
It's not that just I want to, it's not just that others are expecting me to...
It's because I think I deserve to be there.
It's because I think I have what it takes to be an Iskolar ng Bayan (National Scholar).
It's because I think it's what I'm destined to be.
A student who serves the nation as a student in the university she dreams of studying in.
- - -
Call me prideful, call me egoistic, call me a nerd; not even a handful of the students in my batch aim to be in that school. Some are even only taking the UPCAT for the sake of knowing whether they'll qualify to be in UP or not.
Call me weird instead. Because, like Sir Abbs would tell me over and over again, I'm an exceptionally NORMAL person. That, in fact, is what classifies us as weird.
Weird people are much more valuable than nerds, because they are everywhere, and that's what makes them powerful.
Nerds use their brains to think 70% percent of the time, feel emotions 20% of the time, and become lazy 10% of the time. They're imbalanced.
Whereas we, weird little critters, do not.
We possess minds and hearts that think 50% of the time, and feel emotions with the other half.
Isn't that what balance is?
Hmm. Ignore that random part, if you will. I just had to write it down... so that it'd be embedded in my memory.
Forever, I hope.
I'm sorry for the previous outburst. It's just my family being overly insane, over and over again.
Now that I think of it, that incident was more of a motivation rather than a trivial matter, for me to study hard and get out of this hellhole. Yes, provided that I get into UP Diliman.
The farther from home, the better. I really can't stand it here anymore. :/
As for my course choices, yes, I've finally chosen, and I've passed my UPCAT form yesterday. I hate my batchmates though, seeing as most of them opted to take BS Biology and BA Psychology. I'm the only one who dared to take BS Chemistry and BS Computer Science as my course choices. :) I wanted to take BA Journalism as my second choice, as a surefire way of getting into UP Diliman (seeing as it's a quota course -- yet it's hardly full at all), but I doubt I'd love it.
Well, we'll see. What remains now is to wait and pass the UPCAT. Hopefully, I'd be able to land in the top 50 passers, which would then enable me to be an Oblation scholar. It's practically close to impossible, what with my crappy grades from first year to third year, but it's not impossible, right? I just have to try harder. :)
Yet for some reason, I feel odd. I feel a very strong sense of déjà vu.
Rereading my GM about my course choices again made me think.
Then a familiar feeling hit me. I've dreamed of it.
I dreamed of myself keying in that exact message into my cellphone's message editor. I recall declaring that I'd definitely pass the exam and enter UP Diliman as a BS Chemistry freshman.
But a sense of paranoia and odd foreboding distracts me.
It's as if I recall dreaming of something else, wherein I received news of not being able to pass the UP Diliman cut-off grade.
I SO hope it wouldn't happen.
The thing is, I have been gifted, or rather, cursed with the Gift of the Prophetic Pen.
More often than not, my dreams tend to be my future, and future events have been revealed to me in these. Could they have been coincidences?
Moreover, what I write, too, occurs in real life. Not all the time, but well, yes, it happens.
I definitely don't like the idea of not being able to study in UP Diliman for college; it's a school I've been aiming and aspiring for since God knows when.
I promised to myself that I'd get into that campus someday. Not as a visitor of some sorts, but as a student.
It's not that just I want to, it's not just that others are expecting me to...
It's because I think I deserve to be there.
It's because I think I have what it takes to be an Iskolar ng Bayan (National Scholar).
It's because I think it's what I'm destined to be.
A student who serves the nation as a student in the university she dreams of studying in.
- - -
Call me prideful, call me egoistic, call me a nerd; not even a handful of the students in my batch aim to be in that school. Some are even only taking the UPCAT for the sake of knowing whether they'll qualify to be in UP or not.
Call me weird instead. Because, like Sir Abbs would tell me over and over again, I'm an exceptionally NORMAL person. That, in fact, is what classifies us as weird.
Weird people are much more valuable than nerds, because they are everywhere, and that's what makes them powerful.
Nerds use their brains to think 70% percent of the time, feel emotions 20% of the time, and become lazy 10% of the time. They're imbalanced.
Whereas we, weird little critters, do not.
We possess minds and hearts that think 50% of the time, and feel emotions with the other half.
Isn't that what balance is?
Hmm. Ignore that random part, if you will. I just had to write it down... so that it'd be embedded in my memory.
Forever, I hope.