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: destiny is not my excuse, it's my reality
I passed USTET...passed something else...I knew God was telling me something *grawr*
I specifically asked HIM: God if you want me to be the president of the Phil you'd let me pass UPCAT, if you want me to be a nurse/doctor let me pass USTET, if you want me to be an executive VP of a company then let me pass ACET....the answer is now VERY clear: he wants me to be in the corporate world....in the words of Jessica Zafra: worlddominatrix here I come!! ;p from now on my rants are over and I’m thankful that the way I should go is now clear as an unpolluted river: hallelujah!
I’ve always wallowed in regret and waded in the morbid blood bath of bitterness and sentimentalism. I reacted, complained, annoyed and bruised my already battered pride in my pugilistic attempt for self-torture. Now I vow to stop such complaints. Rants will be reserved for special occasions and for several I’ll-be-over-this-tomorrow entries (ahem pls feel free to take this as an example). I’m letting grades be the signpost but not the conclusion, the gauge but not the determinant of intelligence because knowledge is a continuous acquisition. If the mind is impeded by figures, adulterated by thoughts of failure because of numbers that would soon be irrelevant when one continuously scales the boxed up wall of reality then it would be plain stupidity to dwell on the past. I’m setting my self free.
Tags: courses, school
I passed USTET...passed something else...I knew God was telling me something *grawr*
I specifically asked HIM: God if you want me to be the president of the Phil you'd let me pass UPCAT, if you want me to be a nurse/doctor let me pass USTET, if you want me to be an executive VP of a company then let me pass ACET....the answer is now VERY clear: he wants me to be in the corporate world....
I’ve always wallowed in regret and waded in the morbid blood bath of bitterness and sentimentalism. I reacted, complained, annoyed and bruised my already battered pride in my pugilistic attempt for self-torture. Now I vow to stop such complaints. Rants will be reserved for special occasions and for several I’ll-be-over-this-tomorrow entries (ahem pls feel free to take this as an example). I’m letting grades be the signpost but not the conclusion, the gauge but not the determinant of intelligence because knowledge is a continuous acquisition. If the mind is impeded by figures, adulterated by thoughts of failure because of numbers that would soon be irrelevant when one continuously scales the boxed up wall of reality then it would be plain stupidity to dwell on the past. I’m setting my self free.
Tags: courses, school