tarnishedspace

Am I scared? That was what I asked myself when I attended the grad school orientation earlier today. The academic atmosphere never bothers me at all, but there's this apprehension which almost relentlessly snaked up my spine for some galactical reason. Unfamiliar territory, I guess. Or, maybe, the people. I would expect that the people there are academically brilliant; it's The University of All Universities in the country, anyway. So am I troubled about not being able to keep up? Probably. But I so damn know myself. I am over that stage, and I don't intend to make a trip back to the yesteryears of my academic insecurity. Nevertheless, I can't deny that I am a bit apprehensive. I just can tell. However, I know that the paths would never have led me to what I am about to pursue now if this dream were not meant for me.

I would just consider this one of the birth pains.

This is it.

tarnishedspace

I was shaking after reading the email sent to me by the Most Prestigious, if not, One of the Two More Prestigious Universities in the country. Then for a moment, it felt surreal.

Truth: I've always wanted to study in that school. There was even an attempt to transfer to that school during college but it didn't prosper due to practical reasons. Several times the guilt of not even trying my chance in that glorious a university right after high school haunted me like nightmares. 

But that's all behind me now. The elusiveness of what was thought impossible has been defied; I am getting ready for grad school! 

I am just happy. 

Currently feeling: cheerful

redshoes

I need one. I've been planning to go for a jog but never get to do so. 

So I am forcing myself to go for a jog later, afterwork. I got to do this. 

redshoes

The more I try to make this relationship work, the more I get disappointed. 

Living with this person is becoming painfully difficult each day.

I know that we are all created different, but maybe he and I are just too different.

When we started, it seemed too easy. But now, looking at how we are, we seem hopeless.

I just hate him most of the time. I think about leaving almost everyday.

Currently feeling: angry