AndieCrafts

I am disturbed. I am so disturbed I had to watch 2 installations of Saw before I realized that no amount of gore is going to distract me from my disturbance. And so I have to write this down. Just in case someone is reading my blog, not that I have much hope in it, I need you to say a little prayer for me. I need you to say a little but detailed prayer for me.

I am graduating on March 21, 2009. Five long years in college has come to this. In less than a week, I will be an engineer. An Industrial Engineer who will hopefully help bring this country to greater heights. But before I can get that far, I need the prayers of those who care. I can’t quite say for sure whether I deserve being granted my request, and so I leave that decision up to you.

I would definitely be putting my stubborn self into place by saying that I have been, rather am, an underachieving overachiever. I know, and many can attest to the fact that I can achieve whatever I set my mind on doing. I have been gifted with some above-average intelligence, and I can’t really say that I’ve done my best to show how grateful I am for this gift. Like many intelligent kids, I have fallen prey to the traps that are vanity, sloth, and dissatisfaction, all of which have led me to this point of uncertainty. During my first year in college, with conviction did I say to myself that I would graduate a Summa Cum Laude. A few distractions, however, have led me to to reduce that goal to a Magna Cum Laude. And yet, a few more issues during the past couple of years have reduced that to a Cum Laude. And now, I’m not so certain I’ll even get that far.

Last Saturday, I went to check my grades, however, I still have four of them missing. I only need about an average of 85% for the remaining 12 units to graduate a Cum Laude, but with the effort I have exerted, I am not entirely sure whether I will be granted that 85%. I know this might sound ridiculous to some, but I do believe in the power of prayers, especially those that are filled with the specifics. I need as many people as possible to pray for me. I only need at least 85% average for my remaining 12 units (4 subjects) in order to graduate a Cum Laude on the 21st of March 2009. That’s as specific I could get, and I hope you would pray for me.

I may seem like I don’t deserve this honor, and maybe, I don’t. But I want you to know that my parents deserve this honor. I know just how proud my parents will be if I did graduate a Cum Laude. I know just how happy they will be knowing that all those years of toiling have paid off with their eldest child. I have already confessed to my mom the possibility that I might not graduate a Cum Laude, and I have seen the love that is still there. But I would like to see the glow on her face if I did announce that I am, indeed, a Cum Laude. I can’t see just how being a Cum Laude will change my life, but I can see just how it will change theirs. I’m going on this prayer request not for me, but for my parents.

Please say a little prayer for me. If not for me, then for my parents. Thank you and God Bless.

My life’s a story gone terribly wrong. The Baudelaire orphans would have been utterly grateful had they met me. Their misfortunes-cum-adventures are fun compared to my plain misfortunes–no edits, no embellishments, but plain, fat, and sarcastic misfortunes. As if a life spent being overweight, fugly, feared, disliked, and avoided isn’t enough.

To enumerate the different misfortunes I have had for the past seven days might be too much for some. A few might even consider my accounts a bit too odd to happen to one person all at such a short span of time. All I can say is that if I do lie in this blog, it is often, if not always, in the forms of sarcasm, cynicism, and hyperbole. And albeit being in the most appropriate of moods to be sarcastic, my misfortunes for the past week deserve credit to be told only in utter truth (despite its dismal nature).

1. I came and passed our FS late last Saturday.

2. Ran out of luck by Sunday.

3. For Monday, went out and had a bit of fun, but little did I know the lack of luck that was to face me for the remainder of the days for this week.

4. Went into asthma attack mode first thing in the morning last Tuesday. Got to school late because of my slow medication.

5. Had to volunteer for Theo to not get canned in the subject.

6. Had to live with the fact that Ms. Cataluña, who once worked for a garments manufacturing business, would be one of the panelists for our FS. To make things clearer, our FS is about a garments manufacturing business as well.

7. Got called in Philo class because I bobbed my head like a stupid head-bobber-cat like the ones you usually find in cars. I swear it was as embarrassing as those dreams wherein you went up the stage and recited something in front of the entire school, naked.

8. Went home and had my brakes busted a few kilometers before getting home. No car for the next 2 weeks.

9. Had to attend my cousin’s debut and finish the defense all at the same time. I chose both, but realized too late that I only had one body. I went home early from my cousin’s debut, but too drained that I can’t even utter a single syllable by the time I went trhough the front door.

10. Was slightly lucky to not get chosen for defense on the for

st day.

11. Sucked, completely, during the defense. This is 60% of our final grade for the subject, by the way.

12. Submitted Philo paper late.

13. My mom’s car got drained (battery) while I was attending the send-off for IE students. The send-off, by the way, made me feel like a stupid and effing useless imbecile. Not a good thing to experience for someone who is suicidal.

Yeah. Lucky. I know. I bet if I tried to kill myself, I’d be so unlucky that I’d end up crippling myself instead. Then I would have to suffer insurmountable pain for as long as I shall live. Pathetic.