Brilliant! Just brilliant!

How do you get people to use the stairs instead of the escalator?

How do you get people to throw their garbage inside the bin?

Honesty Kills!

Okay. I'm laughing at myself right now for various reasons. I can't pinpoint what EXACTLY is the source of this entertainment so let's just say there are lots of reasons nga. HAHAHAHAHA Tangena. Minsan magulo talaga ako.

Okay. Fine. Madalas magulo ako. Ohmygahd I'm going crazy already. What am I even saying here? HAHAHA

I want to organize my thoughts BUT I'm afraid that if I do it will be tangible. Okay, not tangible-tangible 'cause, yeah, online = not tangible. What I mean is it will make it so real. You know putting thoughts into words can be compared to putting water in the fridge. Like H2O, it will expand and solidify. TANGIBLE. REAL. UNDENIABLE... and CONSISTENT. (This is what you learn in psychology, yo!) And that's not something that I want right now. I just want thoughts to flow and drift away.

HAHAHAHAHA What the eff?!?! I sound so serious.

Crap. I need to sleep through this.

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And Cristina Yang, YOU ARE SO ME AND I AM SO YOU. We rock! We totally rock!

Just a shot, please?

Whatever aspect of life may that be, I just I hate it when I can't give a shot at something because I'm technically not allowed to, when circumstances prevent me.

ARGHHHH. Hate it! Destiny, please??? Just a chance. I promise I won't screw it up. I promise I won't waste it. Just let me!!!

Please, please! Pretty please!

Heroin

I can stare at you all day, everyday. Like... REALLY STARE AT YOU 24/7 and never get tired of your face. Ohmygahd.

I've got my friends. I'm more than OK

I love them. I love, love, love THE CORRS. Oh my. This for our Emo Thursday. Ang nag-iisang araw na pwedeng magdrama ang mga tao. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Some of us can be really ma-drama so we needed some kind of regulation. And emo-ing is more fun now. If that even makes sense. HAHAHAHA

Nothing is impossible, yo!

There is a way.
There is ALWAYS a way.

WHY NOW???

When I compare myself to my Psyc classmates, I feel that I'm lagging behind. When we talk they've already finished this and that; They've volunteered in this lab and that; They are interested in this research field and hopes to do this someday.

And I...

I just don't see myself as a psychologist. I enjoy it, don't get me wrong. But going the extra mile, committing myself to it is... no. I can't do it. I can't tie myself to the field. I like it but I don't love it. Research is not something I want to do for the rest of my life. It's not me.

Now my degree requires all of me and I can't. I can't do just that. I can't be ALL ABOUT PSYCHOLOGY.

It's so foreign from the things I love. Far from culture, far from stylistic writing, far from art, far from fashion, far from politics,...

It's funny that I realized it just now in my fourth year. Maybe because it's only now that I get to see how it is really like in the academe.

Earlier we have a guest speaker in class. He's an MLA and went to talk about social influence and politics. And I was sooo there, I asked questions, I have lots of questions and I was REALLY interested. Too bad there wasn't enough time so I got to ask him only one. It feels so different. Present a psychological experiment to me and I... won't ask any question. It interests me but it doesn't interest me enough.

I know. I should've taken Political Studies.


Shit. Did I just type that?