Reaching out for freedom

I can’t help but be overly excited about the impending semestral break because that to my tired and beaten self represents freedom. And hopefully implies success after taking all the challenges and work this semester has thrown me and surviving.

Right now, I’m studying for an exam. I still have three left, and I’m determined and hopeful of being the best student I can be so I may enjoy that short break with only thoughts and feelings of elation, and achievement. These last three exams, particularly the two accounting exams I'll still be having I just know will indelibly mark and shape those short 12 or so days.

God, help me. Help us all. 

Eager for flight, but still currently in a bind

Justice for Given

A 19-year old student from UPLB got raped and killed by a shot on the forehead—according to police reports, by two men who were security guards no less—a few days back.

I read the news from the internet, belatedly, and I’m still shaking and screaming from the inside (although silently, because I’m around people). For Grace Given, the world has ended. Why did they have to kill her, why?! They had already raped her, and it would have been very painful but she could have had a chance at life. She could have had a chance to heal from the trauma and the sickness after the incident but these two merciless guys robbed her even of that. Why, why, why?!

It maddens, drives me mad utterly, to hear about Grace’s sad, terrible fate. I read somewhere that she was a dedicated student, and even got an uno for a recent research paper. They had absolutely no right to rob her of her future, and her parents and family a dear loved one.

I’ve found myself in tears for Grace, even though I don’t know her. May God bless her soul. And may justice be served, whatever that amounts to now.

Mismatch

I feel kind of sad because I just got my first ever college 18^th birthday party invite and I won’t be able to go because I’d already be home by then. I’m sure I would love putting on a gown, a mask, anything—whatever is called for—and hanging out with the birthday girl and friends, but then. Oh well, circumstances. Circumstances.

Am I pathetic or what?

Happy birthday, friend! Here's a virtual cake for you!:)