So here it is. I am officially abandoning my LJ account, and I am done importing my old entries from daichin@lj to my new journal wingardium_mauricia here at dreamwidth. Also I will not be using stannum_jump dw account since it is only meant for fangirling and I am not a fangirl now so...
Okay. If you haven't noticed yet, "mauricia" is a part of my username which, of course came from my real name, Maurice, this means that this journal will be purely about myself or things that involves me.
So what's up with the dramatic title?
What's up - is that it is true. I once thought that I am just a jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none kiddo but I realized I wasn't and it is far different from miss-no-good. It took me this long to realize what my real problem is. Truth hurts, eh? :D
I went to our campus minister a week before our final examinations.. it was then that I realized that I am too small and my competitions are too tough that I feel like everything I want to have and become are just mere delusions. I have to quadruple my efforts in order to match their effortless masterpieces. If you will ask me if I am sure in what I want, my answer will honestly be yes. But I don't how long will I stand for that answer. But as of now.. Yes, I want to be an architect.
I talked to my mum too, I told her how insecure I am to that new comer who happens to have the same surname as me. Mom, I don't want to get beaten by a new comer. Because there's a 85% possibility that he will. What I don't want to happen is that people from our department will ask him/me if we're related, then the comparison will start. I don't want that to happen. I don't want to be compared with someone younger than me. I have to be good, I have to be the model, I have to be the right one, the smart one!
My real friends also know how I hate perfect people. And my cousins.. well uh, father-side (Yup, the Cerezo side) they are my absolute definition of "perfect" It is not that I hate them because they did something wrong to me (the other side are the ones who usually bully me, which makes them imperfect) I hate them because I am jealous of everything that they have.. I mean, they are.. flawless, intellectual, talented, modest and still humble and most of all GOOD LUCK. If only I have one or two of those I would be fine. I hate them because they pressure me, I get compared at all times and I am too tired of hearing it.
So here's the story, yesterday morning my mum got a call from one of my uhh, cousin? aunt? idk what relation we have but anyway it's not important (father side) and so confused why is she the one who was called and not my dad. Long story but my dad changes his number for like every year.. don't ask why, I don't know either. Okay going back to the call, they invited us for lunch. My brother and I, at that moment, had a common ground. Both of us are not comfortable talking to those relatives of ours. True, I played with some of my second cousins when we were kids but who knows.. people change.
Sad thing is I thought they will be proud at me because I AM A CEREZO and I am taking architecture in MAPUA. Based on their facial expressions they think it's normal. They didn't even smiled at me. They are more happy when they heard that my other cousin is studying in Cavite State University. Well I guess I didn't mind, we're not close at all. Until my cousin (note: I am the youngest granddaughter of both sides, my cousins' ages are 30+) said that her wife has a nephew taking Chem Eng in Mapua and in his graduating year.
I am too scared that the topic of me-getting-5s will be brought out. Fortunately, it wasn't. But I think somehow they knew. Because they talked about subject pre-requisites and such. I needed to go out. Happily, it is not enough reason for me to lose my appetite :)
Truth is, I just have no choice but to accept my failure in Graphics 3, but seriously it's breaking my heart still. A slap on my face saying that I don't belong because I don't have the skills. I am not really sure what's the reason why am I still holding on.. but I keep on praying and asking God not to let me give up.
Speaking of hating perfect people. I found someone again, that i decided to call perfect. Because I am soooo hating him for everything he have! And idk because I think I like him but I feel like I want to puke when I am saying that. Let's just say what I am feeling now is what Annabeth feels when she first met Percy. He is good at academics, logic, and sports! Damnit I'm hating him more and mooooore. I am too intimidated, I feel so small when he is around and it hurts my pride. Maybe I could really like him if I am in the same level as him. I never felt this smaaaaall since I met him. The feeling like you want to disappear when he is talking to you because you feel like you're too stupidd. If only I had a chance, I'd kill him in my own little way.
I want too talk mooooore. But my wrists are kind of getting numb already.. so I'll leave it for a while. Good day moon!