Yes. I discarded my previous blog and made a new one, still keeping the adress. I wanted to refresh everything in my life. I dont know, but when I woke up this morning I felt a sudden rush to change, to grow up and finally be an adult (although I'm really not legal yet). Maybe it's because I realized I did tremendously awful on my primero sem here on college. Maybe it's because I realized I could have become a College Scholar if it weren't for Math. Maybe it's because the second semester is nearing...maybe it's because of all that.
I told myself no more smoking. I hope I can keep my promise to myself, although I highly doubt it. I'm not really an addict or that sort, but I tend to do stupid things when I'm depressed. Now I should be happy and let all the negativity go. I should be happy this year. I deserve to be happy. That would make my Yuletide great.
I now pack my things, which is surprisingly saddening, and get ready for my three hour bus ride to home-bitter-home. Well, it's not that bitter though, let's just say its "iffy." I got some great friends there but still there's no place like Batangas. (for me, at least)
"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."
-Herm Albright
A symbolism of my new self. I tried to keep a part of the old me intact, but I realized it will ba a foolish thing to do,
like a tree trying to grow - and on the process of growing it loses its aged bark, from which a lot of things not to be forgetten should fall
and decay. I am growing, and this will be the encounters of my eternal uprising. Take a peek at my life.
The Profile
Name: Arch D.
Nicknames: The Math Gunner
Birthday: October 9th
School: Univeristy of the Philippines, Diliman
Zodiac: Libra
The Backstage
Fave Drink: Nescafe Ice
Movie: V for Vendetta
Songs: Chasing Cars
Singer: Snow Patrol, Panic! at the Disco
Book: Atlas Shrugged
Get Up - Ciara
Uh, yeah! Uh, ow! Uh, yeah!
Ladies and Gentlemen, Ciara!
You said, "Hi, my name is so-and-so,
baby, can you tell me yours?" You look like you came to do one thing;
set it off! I started on the left, then I had to take him to the right.
He was out of breath, but he kept on dancin' all night.
Keep tryin, oh baby, but you just can't break the feelin' inside.
You know it, and I can see it in your eyes! You want me,
smooth as a motha*. You was so undercover, by the way that you was watchin' me.
Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you.
I just can't help it, tryna keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat,
when you do those thangs to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove,
ring the alarm, the clock is jumpin', now. So get up!
I said, "Ciara's on your radio,
everybody turn it up!" Spicy just like hot sauce.
Careful, you might burn it up. You can do the poplock,
ragtime, don't stop. That's the way you gotta get it to make ya body rock.
Keep tryin, and maybe, but you just can't break the feelin' inside.
You know it, 'cause I can see it in your eyes! You want me, smooth as a motha*.
You was so undercover, by the way that you was watchin' me.
Ooh, the way you look at me I'm feelin' you.
I just can't help it, tryna keep it cool. I can feel it in the beat,
when you do those thangs to me, don't let nothin' stop you. Mo-o-ove,
ring the alarm, the clock is jumpin', now. So get up!
