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One thing I like about personal blogging is that it allows me to speak my mind in front of my invisible audience - you, friendly strangers and 
strange friends.

I am convinced though, that I am my own blog's most loyal, if not only regular reader. Right after I click "Post to auraroo", I view my own page and read what I just wrote. The whole thing, as if I was reading it for the first time! And not for proof-reading purposes, ha. Although, I find the need to edit a few lines from time to time. So after I "Edit Entry", I publish again and read the whole thing AGAIN. 

I therefore conclude that I am my own self's top source of entertainment.

And in the essence of speaking my mind through written words, here they are - from the tip of my tongue to the tip of my fingers. 
(n.b. nothing prophetic nor poetic will follow so please lower your expectations)

ONE. I don't know which one is greater in number - my list of things to do, or the free time I have. I feel like I have MORE free time than usually deserved, but I can't seem to put them to good use recently. There's a constant battle between my need to do's and want to do's. Of course I end up doing.... well. Let me come up with an excuse first, as to why I am writing a blog instead of an introduction to our thesis.

TWO. I must resort to declaring that I have no excuse. Honesty is the best currency! 

THREE. Hey!! I think I found a way to outwit this current irony in my life - my need to do's could be the same as my want to do's! Case en pointe - I need AND want to earn money! Saving my allowance doesn't seem to be enough, especially with my recent taxi fares and iced coffee cravings (which also prove to be necessary for mid-afternoon lectures). 

FOUR. I was browsing through my 2006 entries. I don't remember being that excited to turn fourteen, and couldn't recall having all those stupid conversations at home. I even bragged about how I got 95 in most of my subjects! Hahahaha! I had nothing sensible to talk about, but I did get a lot of comments huh! :-)

FIVE. Honestly....... I just really have no one to talk to right now. And I'm thinking of moving to a new blog, but it's so hard! 

Nyehehe. Those are the stuff inside my school bag's pocket. This, my friends, is how I humor myself when my Orgchem book is just not an option. Not tonight. 

EVEN WHEN I'M BRUSHING MY TEETH!!!

^ Always worthy of the #THIS hash tag in Twitter.
P.S. I'm on a self-imposed Facebook ban for thirty days. I lost my password to cyberspace, and will retrieve it in a future email that SHOULD arrive on the day I specified. For the mean time, allow me to do this 30-day challenge.

I just looked in the mirror. I saw a happy girl. There was some kind of different glow in that face, and guess what it's not because of the lipstick applied hours ago. 

I would usually set this entry to private, but really, why are we so afraid to proclaim that we are happy? It's so easy for people to write long entries about heartbreak or failure or serious things, but not the times when they're just randomly happy. Honestly, I found it so hard to come up with those first few lines above. Had to hit backspace a couple of times and reword my thoughts. Why is it so hard to admit that you're more than just okay - you're feeling great. 

** How should I have punctuated that sentence above, with a question mark or an exclamation point? I resorted to an emotionless period hahaha.

I remember writing this in my birthday entry (kidding I'm just going to copy paste)
"I couldn't believe how blessed I've been in the past few days. Everything's been so good that I can't help but fear that something bad might happen just to even things out. "

I will admit. A lot of crazy things happened after that birthday. I even considered them bad things at that time. Now, they're just crazy, unexpected, funny things.. things that really changed my life. SERYOSO NGA. Things that changed my life's direction. Things wild enough to teach me a few lessons.

First - to appreciate each moment when things are going right.
Second - to confidently declare that "bad" things will just be "crazy, unexpected, funny" things in no time. 

Hmm, walnut wheat loaf. The chewy crush is explained by the "best before" date, but the insides are fine - still moist and soft, perfect with the solid chunky butter and thick honey. 

Chug them all down with a mug of warm chocolate drink - the really good kind where even the aftertaste cheers you up. Has to be in that perfect kind of warm too, the one that will still steam inside your mouth but won't burn your tongue.  

(Even the steam is chocolatey!)

Goodness, it tasted like breakfast. And you know the feeling of breakfast. Now I'm energized to work for the rest of the night.

REALITY: 
That was indeed, really good. Makes me want to end my day already, before something else ruins it. Like a walnut stuck in between your teeth. (Wait that must be tasty, still.) 

In short, I'm so satisfied, I'm afraid I will just fall asleep again. That's all I really wanted to say. This should've been on Twitter. Hahaha. 

This doodle was our only memento from a recent random trip to Museo Pambata. Museo Pambata is the Philippines' premiere children's museum, located along Roxas Boulevard. Entrance fee is waived off for streetchildren, and is only P100 for children and adults. 

I can say that this place highlights the curiosity and appreciation among its visitors, no matter what age. I personally find it so nice to be around people who constantly want to understand the world around them. That understanding easily becomes their source of joy because they learned something interesting and they have something new to talk about and share to others.

What the hell I just totally talked about myself :))  I'm going to write about my Gratitude notebook and Google notebook next.

On another, barely-related-but-please-read-on note, 

If I'm not gonna be a doctor, _________________.

It's not that I honestly don't want to be a doctor anymore. I still do. I just wish the idea is as appealing as it is not appalling. Did that make sense? It's like choosing between something that is "okay" (not appalling) and "good" (appealing). I would totally settle for "okay", had there been nothing else that seems "good". Emphasis on the seems. I need a consultation.

I am only giving myself twenty five minutes to write freely, with no hesitations, all about the things that have been playing on my mind. Afterwards I guess I can finally concentrate on finishing my real writing assignment for Physiology Lab due tomorrow. 

Twenty four minutes to go.. hala.

First of all. The term just ended. The first term of my third year in the university, and my first term as a Biology major. IT'S BEEN CRAZY. This has been the hardest term ever, especially since I had to take six major subjects all in one term. I don't know why I keep on complaining, especially since most of my batchmates are going through the same. It's just really, really challenging because I REALLY have to be independent already. It's really my first time to feel like I have no one else to depend on but myself, and it's been good for me. The learning led to loving, and now I'm just really happy with my course. 

PS. Only towards the end of the term have I rediscovered the usefulness of group study sessions with good friends. Grateful.

Sixteen minutes. What else..

Second. My Bayer Young Environmental Envoys experience. It was a contest I joined, and for the past three months I have been working on the project. It ended with an eco-camp, where we met teachers, consultants, leaders, lawyers and lovers of the environment. I guess the most important thing I learned from this is that when it comes to the environment, EVERYONE is affected - no matter what your race, social status or geographical location is. We are one world, and that can only be emphasized enough by the fact that in ecology -EVERYTHING is interrelated. Every single organism has a role, and all our actions are paired with an equal reaction. 

PS. Special prize for the first one who can explain how a mining permit can affect the production of durians, and the role of plants in bringing water to our faucets.

Nine minutes?? I really want to babble on some more.

Third. Seriously. I've never really been this tested before. Again, I don't want to sound like I'm complaining. It's just been a real challenge for me, in all the aspects of my life. I used to live fine without much uncertainties and spontaneity, you know. But I chose this. It's like God is poking meeeeee. Huway!! I've been a good girl.

PS. The real challenge is to find the reason behind the "poking". And the great things that you'll see once you turn your head and really look. 

2011 is the International Year of the Forests. The Eco Camp for Bayer Young Environmental Envoys 2011 was indeed a 
very special learning opportunity. I just love this picture. 




I also love this shot from a very random Saturday morning. We were strolling around the park when a group of friends from Valenzuela requested for a small favor. We were happy to oblige, of course ;)




I must admit I got the two photos above from Facebook. Hahaha. So much for a self-imposed ban. 





TAKING THIS HELL WEEK ONE DAY AT A TIME. With a lot of writing in between - in my little notebook, in my little pad, in my little 140-character limit medium, and in my limitless blog. 

[ ] I want to learn how to beatbox.
[ ] And play the piano.
[ ] And sing.
[ ] So I can do it all in front of a crowd. :-)

[ ] I want to have a good blog.
[ ] And be a published writer.

[ ] I want to travel.