The Failure to start a New Goal

No.
It's fine.
Yeah. It is.

So what if I fail Math14 again. I didn't gave any efforts to it anyway.
It is a mess. I am blogging this thing out not because I'm sad about it. Truth is, I am not sad or any synonymous with such word.
I'm just regretting (I think).
If only I could have put full efforts with the course, I should have passed it.
I don't care anyway.

I'm just finally decided to continue finding some other way to get money, of course, not a scholarship again.

I will be so much punished by Zonta now.
If ever I will find some source of finance, I would love to volunteer out with the scholarship program of Zonta.
I am really ashame of what I have done with my academic life in UPLB with Zonta.
I can't accept the fact that I will beg to them again and ask for ANOTHER chance.

It's time for serious life Michael.
Now's the time.

regret!!!

It seems like yesterday when I was answering my first exercise in Math14. That exercise was very memorable because I know I perfected it. Unfortunately, our instructor lost it. She's Ma'am Jane Palacio. A very kind instructor. Of course, it is of no other intention other than criticizing her - she'll never know my blog site anyway. She's very intelligent too. My friends edna, chardie and desa once were her students and good feedbacks were heard about her kindness. But, about her way of teaching? kinda terror and suffering.

Enough with my instructor. What's with deal as of now is that I am regretting the night before later. Of course that was just yesterday - just want to be different. I had no plans of studying although I know I'll be facing my last threat the first thing in the morning. Darn!

I miss the climax of this sem. I didn't even dwell with it like what I really wanted. More pressure! I really need some motivation in pursuing more academic excellence. I'm starting to become a normal, common, ordinary UP student only.

I think I had much regrets for today. What I have one last night was enough to ruin my whole day and the rest to follow. Gosh! Where am I exactly going? I'm on a wrong track.

Regret...
Regret...
Regret...

Confused

It was,well, confusing.

I don't know why I'm feeling this.
Did he really intended it?
I hope not...

You, reader, enough reading this.
This possesses no sense at all.
I don't even know why I continue typing such nonsensical stuffs.
Darn! I don't want this kind of feeling.
It's so... (saturating adjectives here)

FUck! Nonsense!

Save me from myself

It's not so easy loving me
It gets so complicated
All the things you gotta be
Everything's changing
But you're the truth
I'm amazed by all your patience
Everything I put you through

when I'm about to fall
Somehow you're always waiting with
Your open arms to catch me
You're gonna save me from myself
From myself, yes
You're gonna save me from myself

My love is tainted by your touch
Well some guys have shown me aces
But you've got that royal flush
I know it's crazy everyday
Well tomorrow may be shaky
But you never turn away

Don't ask me why I'm crying
'Cause when I start to crumble
You know how to keep me smiling
You always save me from myself
From myself, myself
You're gonna save me from myself

I know it's hard, it's hard
But you've broken all my walls
You've been my strength, so strong
And don't ask me why I love you

It's obvious your tenderness
Is what I need to make me
A better woman to myself
To myself, myself
You're gonna save me from myself