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At the age of 20

Saturday, January 9, 2010

AT THE AGE OF 20, I LEARNED/EXPERIENCED:

 

  1. The reality that life ain’t a fairy tale. No prince would save me from the dragons; wicked stepmothers come in different forms: they could come in the form of a terror professor, an annoying orgmate, or even an ordinary MMDA officer who ruins my day by issuing a ticket to the driver of the bus I am riding and thus making sure that I don’t come to school on time. The poisonous apple that Snow White takes a bite from would be the pressure from academics: toxic and deadly. The stress makes me wish that I were lying in a glass coffin instead of staying up late to review for an exam.

 

No fairy godmother would grant my every wish. I would still be a damsel in distress hoping that someone would save me from a dilemma that I couldn’t’ get out of.

 

And no prince charming would sweep me off my feet and complete the fairy tale that I have always dreamt of.

 

 

  1. That I am still not a hopeless case… That after failing subject after subject and feeling that I really don’t belong in UP, well… When I shifted to Metallurgical Engineering, my grades were better and I just felt that the course is for me. I actually had good grades last semester. I’ve made a lot of friends and we have the best looking professors in the college (oh c ‘mon guys. Admit it! Sir Mark? Sir RJ? LOL).

 

 

  1. To be a champion, it takes a lot of hard work, perseverance, luck and prayer. These, along with the bonding among the team make up the perfect formula for winning. It ain’t about the costume or how expensive the choreographers are — it’s about working hard and believing that we could all do it and that we could win the competition. And despite their bitterness and negative feedbacks about our routine, THE JUDGES’ DECISION IS FINAL! =)

 

 

  1. That when God takes away something from you, something better comes along. And instead of being sad over what is lost, I am grateful for that someone who came along during the times I needed him the most; for staying despite my situation and the issues I’m having a hard time to deal with; for making me believe that I could move on and still fall in love. (yikeee! Mushy!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S i guess buying a new tv stand won’t hurt..

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