30

Today, I turned 30. I said goodbye to the decade that has been my 20s. My 20s was all about putting my passions into good use and making sure that I'm earning out of it. It was moving from one job to another until I found my rightful place under the sun. My 20s was all about building relationships and seeing them crumble right before my eyes. It was all about letting go and moving on. My 20s was all about testing my ideologies against the daily grind and see what worked and didn't. It was about learning from experiences. My 20s was all about angst, rebellion, heartbreak, and anger, yet at the same time it was all about knowledge, redemption, healing and purification. Together, they have formed the wisdom that I know will help me survive my 30s.

Today, I turned 30.

End of the Semester

PSY 101 and The Teaching Profession classes are over, but graduate school classes are not! No sembreak for you and for me, and the entire human race!

This Demigod of Chopsticks

Three days before I first met my boyfriend, I attended a seminar in CPU (coincidentally, his alma mater) where I learned supposedly how to balance my life and my work. I expected it to change my life. After all, I was living a hectic lifestyle of a single woman who is teaching and studying at the same time. I was a tad disappointed though. It did teach us how to balance the checkbook and budget the time for work and family, but it would have been nice if they taught us how to balance our emotions. Yes, they should have included that as part of the topic -- "Let Your Emotions Do a Balancing Act."

Love seems to have a way of catching you off guard. The last thing I expected to do was fall in love, and swim in this torrent of strong emotions. I ended up getting drowned. And I never expected it to happen during lunch where chopsticks would play such a dramatic role.

Feast for the Eyes. Are those hearts I see in your eyes, My Love?
I bow before the Universe for sending me this demigod of chopsticks.

Sometimes, what you thought would be such a mundane activity would in fact, turn out to be the most life-changing. 

Beautiful Boy

I met a beautiful boy today. It's not a chance meeting. Somebody arranged it; the heavens arranged it. My tummy did mad somersaults when he smiled, and my heart started hammering when I heard him laugh. I long to meet him again and to just get lost at the sight and sound of him. 

But my confidence is failing me. 

Oh dear. 

Tired

The daily grind is consuming my existence these days that I just want to throw in the towel and go somewhere special. I haven't taken a holiday last summer vacation because of the summer class. I only had about two weeks for my vacation before SY 13-14 started, so I haven't really taken a good rest. On top of that, I feel tired and stressed with the number of things I have to finish these days. So, I'm looking forward to attending that seminar about balancing one's life and work. That'll be on Aug. 5-6. I hope I'll learn a lot!

How Long?

Man, I'm beat. Tomorrow is another day, but it's going to be no different from today, what with the hectic sched. To top it all, I'm taking 9 units of graduate school classes. Great.

This is going to be my busiest semester.

Challenge

And so, there it was on my hands... My enrollment receipt. I enrolled in three subjects this first semester. That's equivalent to 9 freaking units. It's suicide. I wanted to turn around and drop at least one subject. But I didn't, so tomorrow I'll be staying in school from 7:30 AM to 4:30 PM. But I want to challenge myself and with me being inspired to finish my degree, I know I'll manage.

I'm proud of my batchmates, Jenifer Tuazon and Rolando Libutaque for passing their compre! Now, they're going to do their dissertation. I'm really happy for them! I'm not far behind. Give me two years more and I know I'll get my degree. Watch out, NBC!