Traversing the rigorous coarse to... who knows!

I really appreciate those people who know what they want. It's very satisfying seeing a teenager who knows that he/she wants to end up a doctor or teacher etc.. But I don't have that luxury. I'm at crossroads. I know I love the sciences and math. But really, I've know that since 1st grade anyway -_-. So now I'm in 12th grade AND IT'S SCARY! I really do wish that I am not the only in such a position. And from what I've seen so far at my school, there are a lot of people who still don't know what they want either. So, I will put this blog to good cause. I will research all the different crazy domains out there and write the fruit of my research over here occasionally. Let me first state my very "unique" situation that usually makes any victim who thinks he/she can help me make my decision  really wanna slap me and walk away. Here's the deal. I love the sciences! But do I really wanna be a doctor? Spend all those years in Medi

Psychology says that after going through turbulent circumstances, one usually gets this urge to go through some dramatic change. Some  change their hair style,  others their furniture. I decided to have my blog, the only thing I really have any authority over, go through a makeover! So ever since I got my blog, I have wanted to put this background- the one with the camera, but I just thought it would be too mainstream. So this was my blog's design instead Very serene and nice. I liked it a lot.  But it was time for a change. But I remember how I loved the idea of being under the spot in the camera one, how it changes you. We are different people when we are given attention- all of us. and it's just folly not to admit it. So reader, take a moment and think of your impression of the camera. How did it alter your pose? What was the first thing you thought of? I personally thought of how hideous my black pores must have looked.. XP

There was this girl. (There always is isn't there?  A girl, a boy, a man, woman.. there  is always someone who is suffering out there. And do we care? Do you? Do I? We don't! No one does. I might be just going though hormonal issues over here. But maybe I actually have something worthwhile to say. I don't know, and I always cared about "tweaking" my every post before publishing it, but I won't be giving this one another glance the moment I finish it. I don't care if someone out there reads it or not. I don't care if they can/ relate/ agree or whatever. I am angry. I tried to make this a cheery blog, but I 'm angry. Deal with it.  I hate those angry blogs- always called them nonsense and "too dramatic".  I guess I'm just full of crap myself now!!) There was this girl.  She was sad.  And no one cared. She wasn't a saint, not even close, but she sure as hell knew she didn't deserve what she got.  She ma