A LOT will happen next week and I couldn’t be more excited!! School starts on the 4th, which is a Monday, and I’m sooooo excited to see every single one of my friends and to make new ones! On the 7th, I’m going down to Manila with my mom to pick up my brother from the airport on the 9th and meet up with relatives on my dad’s side for what we call the Cauton Lunch. Although I’m a bit worried that my adviser (whoever he/she will be) won’t properly excuse me because Berkeley can be quite strict with absences, so hopefully when my mom asks them if I can be excused, I will be.
So that’s it, gonna blog again when school starts with a bunch of photos! :)
reblogThis, by far, was the most boring summer ever for me. Everyone, I’m sure, is having a blast where ever they are, but unfortunately, I get to be stuck here at home where it’s like a hundred degrees (take note — I live in Baguio, the supposed ‘Summer Capital of the Philippines’, until people started to cut trees ugh). Oh! And guess what?! I learned how to play the guitar!! My fingers on my left hand seriously are so hard, but it’s all worth it! I love playing the guitar now. :)
Anyway, I’m looking forward to actually going to school this time around. It sucks to know that my closest guy friend wouldn’t be here (he’s in the UK), but I guess that’s okay since I have other close friends, or better yet, I could make more friends this time! And for some reason, I’m pumped up for sophomore year. This will be my last year in Berkeley (migrating to Texas next year!), so I’m planning on going all out with everything. Studies, sports (maybe), extra curricular activities, and the like. And and and!! I made a bet/deal with a friend of mine that I won’t get into some type of relationship with anyone at all! Hahaha, this might be hard for some people, but this will be like a piece of cake for me (echos). I mean, how hard could it get, right? Either way, wish me luck, though! Lol
Another thing I’m excited about is that I get to see my brother this June! I’ve seen him when I went to Houston last summer, but he hasn’t been to the Philippines in about 3 years and he hasn’t seen my mom and other family members and such, so I’m super duper excited for him!
That’s it for now, until the next blog post —
Gaia
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I’m currently talking to my dad, and I can’t help but tear up. The conversation started very light-heartedly. We were joking about some guy, and he goes, “Have you packed yet?” and I freak out because we weren’t planning on travelling this summer break since my brother is coming over. As we talk, I later on figure out that he’s referring to me migrating to Texas.
I have been to at least five schools, the fifth being the current school I’m in. My family and I used to change our house because my dad’s work always transferred. We were never used to a permanent space, until my parents decided to part ways, and my dad immigrated to Texas with my brother and my sister and I were left with our mom here in Baguio. Baguio was never an unfamiliar place to me because every chance we get, we visit our families that live in Baguio, so it wasn’t a very big step. So now, I’m an incoming sophomore student, and I’ve never been so excited to go to school. If you read my past entry, I talked about how attached I was to my freshman class, and how it was super hard during the last day. They were telling me to quit crying since I was still going to be in the same school the following school year. I sucked it up, and finally stopped crying when I realized that they were correct. Now, I only have at least 10 months with my closest friends. It’s so unrealistic for me. My dad’s telling me that he’s going to start looking at ticket prices for when I go there, and I’m just sitting here thinking, “What the heck had just happened?!”
I’m scared of how it is going to be in the States. I’m scared of feeling like I would never like what I would be doing. I don’t want to work so hard for something that I wouldn’t enjoy doing. I was always told by my grandmom that whatever I do, I should enjoy doing it, and I can tell by now that I wouldn’t enjoy what I would do because it’s all so surreal. I don’t want to wake up every morning thinking about how hard it would be to get through that certain day.
Anyway, I’m just really scared of leaving everything behind.
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