s t r e s s e d

I wouldn't call this studying per se, especially because here Aiden is, right beside me - wide eyed and no where near sleeping.
My attention span is little to none because the topic of discussion is rather dry, but mainly because THIS IS IT - my final undergrad exam! All I can think about is what will happen in the days to come & I can't focus on what's to happen tomorrow.

Maybe I should check how much this exam is worth?
Ryan, are you home yet?

....

the final straw

Every night, I work until the battery of my mac dies.

Working the night away, trying to recruit "friends" to take vids of themselves for a mini presentation for our Issues & Innovations class. Looking good so far, I'll post the final of the vid.

LAST WEEK OF CLASSES.

ONE MONTH UNTIL OUR CLOSING DATE.

BIG things, people. BIG up things.

Life is ... grand.

sunshine, been keeping me up for days

Lately, been wishing that there be more that 24-hours in one day.

Final weeks of my undergrad career and it's killing me. So many assignments, tests and presentations ... all to accumulate into a piece of paper that will say, Bachelor of Commerce (finally).

Decisions have been made and I don't even know how I feel about it. I know that it's the most financially, rational decision and maybe I just have to stick it out a few more months to find something that makes me happy. Or maybe this change of pace, change of scenery is what will lead me to my happiness. I guess I just trying to give this "opportunity" the benefit of the doubt.

Right now, Aiden is snoring beside me, taking his afternoon nap. But when he's not sleeping, he looks like this:

He's been so playful lately and loves being "outside". His vocab is growing and his communication is getting better and better. He's such a joy.

Big things happening in the next few months, so excited.

5 years.

I can hold you for a million years,

to make you feel my love

(original post: livejournal on April 6th, 2005)

I knew I should've just let him win in poker.
I knew it.

But at least my last memory of him was .. happy.
& at least he passed away in his bed beside the person he loves the most.
At least he didn't suffer.
At least.

I guess the most bittersweet about life after death is that, there is in fact, life after death.

We miss you, Tatay. Watch over us please, xo.

when is it going to be enough

I'm not princess, this ain't a fairytale

I sound like a broken record. How many times do I have to decline for it to actually mean that I declined? I am standing my ground and making it known that I am not one that can be pushed around. I've given my all this entire time, please just let me have some time for myself.

***

How do we know when it's our time?

Patrick Lacsina // life is just one big game. if you are loved in the end, you win. you win tito, you win... (rest well ♥ )

My heart aches for you and your family. & when you're ready, we're all here for you. Whenever you're ready.

& just like that, another life is lost to cancer.

Feeling rather bittersweet tonight. Feelings you are surfacing. I don't want to feel that ache anymore.