Ngayon lang ulit nakapag OL. Nagfocus muna sa studies kaya nagkaganun. Hindi ko rin sure kung makakapag OL pa ulit ako after nito, so tignan nalang natin.
Pero as much as possible gusto ko na makapag OL ulit at gumawa ulit ng mga plain themes :D.
Nakakamiss at nakakatuwang nakapag log-in ulit dito.
It’s overwhelming when somebody calls you intelligent or smart. It’s satisfying to see that A’s on your report card every time or the ‘very good’s’ that your teachers give you every time you recite the periodic table of elements or whatever table without even having a slight error. It is an honor to be intelligent. Thinking that you could do something to change this slightly damaged world and society. But intelligent people are the saddest.
Not everyone understands how you think. Most of the times you ask questions out the box that it annoys people so you just shut your mouth and keep it in your brain. Not all people understands your passion for books, for words, for knowledge. Only few recognize that gleam in your eyes when you see a book by your favorite author on a bookshelf in a bookstore and your frustration when you don’t have any money to buy it. Your friends will say, “It’s just a book. You can buy it next time.” But hell, at the back of your mind you are screaming that it is not just a book and the author is not just the author but your best friend.
Intelligent people rarely found friends. Most of the times, people befriend them just because they know they will be their assets in the future. Like, someone who can make their assignments, teach them stuff that they don’t know. It’s like they are investments with a great capital return. And its tiring to be like that. It’s tiring that people look at you like that, not the way you wanted them to see you. The way you should be seen.
The pressure of being the best also comes colliding head on. People always expect intelligent people to get everything at the first try, to be the first in any place, to be the best. And it’s tiring. It’s suffocating. Because you cannot always meet their expectations. And one mistake, a simple mistake, can change how they see you in an instant.
Put them all together, and people would still wouldn’t know how hard it is to be intelligent. To not have someone who understands you. The true you.
They’ll even say to you words like, “I thought you were intelligent! How come you ended up with this?”
2 Dec 2012 / 573
Parang ayaw ko muna mag-enroll, takte magkakabagsak na ata ako. Natatakot ako sa magiging reaksyon ng magulang ko. Haist. First time magkakabagsak.
Mauudlot pa yung OJT at Graduation ko. Grabe talaga.
Tapos na defense … success naman kahit papaano. May pinapadagdag lang na konti. Onting tiis nalang makakagraduate din.