Law school is worse than the swine flu.
Law school is seriously making me sick. I’ve been home for three days already because of a throbbing headache and on-and-off fever. *sigh* I missed out on a lot. =(
Last Tuesday, I was sent home by the school because I was feverish. It was a bit funny because they (my professor and the people at the Dean’s office) panicked when I said I felt feverish.
Anyway, I guess I just have to make up for my absences by studying at home. =)
Going literary.
I want to write more songs. Poetry. Short stories. But time always evades me, like a debtor evades his creditor. HAHA. Now that’s creative writing! (EEW!)
So guys, don’t be surprised if I post my amateurish attempts to write “poetry” and other “literary” works herein. OK? Just like the one below. 
An Eternal Wish
If only he would listen
If only he would care about what I say
And not dismiss it as insane
Then I wouldn’t be treating him
So bad, this way.
If only he would stop making me feel
Left out all the time
If only he would try to see through me
If only he would take delight
In fulfilling his empty promises
If only I can get through him…
But there seems to be no way in
This wish, I’ll keep within
As it will eternally stay a wish.
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For all love-story suckers out there, here’s one for you.
This is one very inspiring love story that a friend shared a few weeks ago. Savor it.
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“Our first, personal conversation is so memorable not only because it is our first encounter but because of its highly cerebral content. It went something like this:
(Boy gets out of class while girl is standing outside. She strikes a conversation with him. And then he speaks.)
Boy: What’s your score in Legal Medicine (preliminary exam)?
Girl: Uhm, it was OK.
(What a dork, she thought.)
It’s a good thing that I didn’t get turned off by that…because there were other things to love about him. Otherwise, our love story wouldn’t have blossomed.”
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Haha. One great love story, indeed. =)
They are made to disappoint…and be broken.
“In any kind of relationship, never ever make promises. Why? Because when they don’t get fulfilled, that’s when disappointment, misunderstanding and fights start to set in. Eventually, they’re going to cause the relationship to falter into pieces.”
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My comment: So TRUE.
Meen inta?
A lot of people out there find themselves at a point in their lives where they feel like they have to “find themselves.” They are constantly bothered by the question “Who am I?” and they do all sort of things to, yeah, find who they really are.
As for me, it’s not that I haven’t asked myself that question at times…it’s just that I’ve NEVER BEEN GIVEN THE CHANCE TO BE MYSELF in my entire life. Yes, believe it or not.
All my life, I’ve never been allowed to be me, to be loved and accepted for who I am. I’VE ALWAYS BEEN COMPARED TO OTHER PEOPLE.
“Why can’t you be smarter than X?”
“Why can’t you be thinner than Y?”
“You have to be smarter and get higher grades than Z.”
“Oh, how we wish you were like XY.”
These are the statements that have been bothering me the entire time I’ve been here on planet Earth.
So when will I get to be me?
I don’t know. In a million years, I guess.
P.S. The title is means “Who are you?” in Arabic. Just in case you’re wondering.
D*ckhead.
Just because you have that creature hanging around doesn’t make you entitled.
El-Oh-Vee-Ee.
“When I was in college, my Logic professor asked us to define love. Everyone in class had his/her own definition. All our answers, however, were rejected. ‘Love is too broad to be defined,’ he remarked.
‘For instance,’ he began, ‘A guy tells his girlfriend “I love you” but the girl dismisses it because she feels that it doesn’t show in his actions. Is saying “I love you” enough to show your love to someone? Of course it isn’t. But my point is, it is all-encompassing that defining it would be stripping it off of its very nature.
After that class, I thought, ‘How could love be such a complicated thing? It must be easy! My professor is just being his crazy, weirdo self.’
Now that I am in a relationship, I will have to take back what I thought about my professor. He is absolutely right. Love is…whatever it is.”
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Oh, really?!
