Okay, this may not be such a big deal but I really wanna look, well, better. Like those girls guys talk about or even just notice.
Anyway, since I don’t really have a pretty face, all I can do is have a better physique. So I’ve measured my stats.And it’s just frustrating.
Yeah, I shouldn’t really define myself with physical beauty but honestly, people will mostly notice physical qualities first. So I try my best to be somehow noticed. And I’m terribly failing at it.
Okay, that’s quite it. Teenage drama right. Well, I’m still a teen right now so better max out all the dramas. I only have 22 days left before I turn 20. Good luck to meee!
Fitness 2014! :)
Oh, f*ck u Facebook!
FB was like “I heard you were moving on. Here’s a picture to remind you of the past.”
And FB friends was like “HUEHUEHUE”
And I was like T_T
So somebody bumped this picture of us. (first photo)
And bumped it with I-SO-WILL-KILL-YOU and I-THOUGHT-FRIENDS comments (shown in picture 2)
I just wanna kill them right now. T_T Stabbing me at where it would hurt most </3
And I’m back (at 3 at least hehe) -_-
I just soooo feel that this is somehow about me.
Oh, don’t flatter yourself. Surely, you don’t even pass by his mind anymore.
Censored names so in case anyone find out about this, their identities wouldn’t be easily given away.
You could do better
Today is the last day of submission of grades for this semester. I have mixed feelings. Most definitely, I am happy to pass all of my subject. But that’s that. I don’t feel any fulfilling emotion. I barely passed my exams and crammed my semester away. I never studied truly hard and never made much effort. Just enough to pass. Just enough to almost pass, actually.
Let’s be honest, this semester was not really supposed to be hard. It was a light semester. A semester where I could have aced all my subject have I just made enough effort to do that. But of course, I didn’t. I settled for just passing. Or barely passing since I even pleaded for points from my professors to be able to have a passing mark.
So here I am again, at the end of the semester, loathing those people posting their grades, their high grades, the grades they worked so hard for. Blaming them for being extremely happy to have their efforts blossom. For achieving what I wanted.
Looking back now is only making me regret. But there’s no point in regretting what happened in the past. I can only make up for the future. I’m not going to make myself promises but I will however dare myself.
I dare myself to be better. I dare myself to push through the limits and be greater. Not because I need to but because I can. And I know there is so much potential inside of me that I am not using. Wasting in making unnecessary things when I could be better. When I could have reached more. So I dare myself to do what I’ve always can but never actually did.
I dare myself to give myself what I deserve, because I know I deserve more than just a passing grade. I deserve more than heartaches and tears. I deserve love and friendship. I deserve to learn and grow. I deserve more. And it’s about time I stop restricting myself from giving myself what I must receive. Because I deserve greatness. We all do. But we won’t ever get it if we never give it to ourselves.
And lastly I dare myself to enjoy and have fun during the ride. Because one thing I’ve learned for the past semester, you’ll be able to do things in the best possible way if you are having fun. Love what you are doing and happiness will come. And with happiness, well would be easier to study with a happy heart than a broker heart right. ;)
So there.Three dares for myself. I’m looking forward for this summer. I’m looking forward to what I can do in this very long vacation of mine. But more importantly, I’m looking forward for next sem, when I can finally win this dare ;)
Let this be our secret ;)
I’m not really much of a writer. I can’t craft words to make beautiful stories. Even telling stories is hard for me. For someone who is very talkative, it is quite ironic. But still, I would like to write down my story. Without thinking of who may judge me or what other might think.
I’m starting fresh.
Hi. I’m Lois. I’ve already have a tumblr account, seenikle.tumblr.com where I’ve been posting stuff for quite some time now. So why am I exactly making a new blog? I wanna keep this blog as my personal blog.
So here’s the thing, there are so many people I know personally who’s following me in my old tumblr. And I still want to keep myself private and at the same time. I want to be able to express myself where no one I practically know would use these information to spread gossip. Let’s just say I’ve been a victim of a lot of gossips for the past year and a lot of things, important things, got broken because of those blabbermouths.
Also, I don’t think my previous blog doesn’t suit me enough anymore. I know that somehow I’ve changed. And I hope this is a good change and it would continue. A 4-month long vacation is ahead of me. And I would want to take that advantage to grow and be the someone I would want to be. I want to start with a new leaf. A clean page. And write all about my days to come in this new blog.
Why don’t I just delete my old blog, you say? Because I would still want to keep it. For memories’ sake. It still contains a part me. A part of me I can never change. And maybe one day, looking back, I would finally understand why life led me to that path.
So yes, I’m moving on. I’m moving forward. But it doesn’t mean I would forget. I’ll never forget the things that made me me.