Sunday, August 4, 2013

Lying is an art

Hmmm. I bet you're confused with my title there. Who in their right freakin' mind would say that Lying is an art?! Well folks, I would.When someone says "art" the words that pop in my head are associated with Theatre and Acting. You see, When you need to lie to someone, you need to act. You need to act opposite of what your heart/ your brain says.

If there was an award for being the best liar in the world, I'm sure I'd have that.When you need to lie, you have to think fast. Why? Well... Sometimes, People ask you questions that can leave you in a vulnerable position. So, you have to change the topic or whatever otherwise more lies would be added to your list of lies.When you lie, you don't need a script for that. All you need is a brain. You can't practice lying. It comes out naturally. When people ask me if I'm okay, even though I'm not, I say "I'm totally fine." and They don't even have second thoughts if it's true or not.

 When a person lies to you, you can't judge that person immediately. Maybe he/she has motives you wouldn't understand, or maybe it was for your own good. Just because a person lies frequently, that doesn't mean that person is entirely bad.

This is one of the reasons why I really like to act. For me, There's nothing wrong with playing pretend.

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Saturday, August 3, 2013

The internet is a drug

I have a confession to make. I'm addicted. I'm addicted to..... The Internet.

Well, The internet is great! Who wouldn't be addicted to it. Being addicted to the internet is WAY better than being addicted to drugs and other stuff.

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No Boobs, No ass.

Someone once said to me: "I feel so sorry for you." I wondered why would this person say this to me?
so I asked, "Why?" that person replied: "Well, You don't have boobs, you also don't have a great ass."

I was shocked. I didn't even have the guts to think of a good statement to retort. Well, how could I? It was true anyway.

It's not that I don't like the person who said that to me. I actually like that person. I'm really glad that he/she said that to me. Why? because it really proved that sometimes, you don't have everything you want. So what if I don't have a Supermodels' body?! Heck, I could care less about that! I don't care about what food NOT to eat! I don't care how much calories this food contains! I care more about my test scores and how my friends and classmates think of me as a person.

Don't be deceived by what you see. Sometimes, there's more to a person than what meets the eyes.
Never !

The UPCAT

Well, let me tell you this: Before an extremely long exam, make sure you go the restroom. Okay?

I know that sounds weird and foolish, but if you know you're gonna take a five-hour exam, you better follow my advice unless you want to end up like me. Now, I know what you're thinking.You're probably curious as to what happened when I took the UPCAT *cue scary music*. Well, Exams just finished and I felt like all of my brain juice was drained from me. However, instead of just sleeping, or watching a movie just like any other student would've done after 2 weeks of studying,instead I reviewed for the UPCAT *cue scary music*

A few months ago, Whenever I heard the word "UPCAT" I would have thought: "Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh, gosh." Why? Because we all know how difficult the exam would be and how hard it would be to actually ace it. The night before my UPCAT exam, I thought I was about to have a heart attack. There were thousands of "What ifs" that were running in my head. Thank God my sister noticed this and she said to me; "Just calm down! It'll be fine. When you're in the middle of the exam, you won't mind that it's actually the UPCAT. You'll just think its just another test."

After she said this, I calmed down. a few hours before my exam I was chillin'! I watched a movie, read from wattpad etc. etc. However, when I arrived at UP, my heart began to race even though I forced it not to. The test was already about to start, but I haven't gone to the restroom! Why? because I was so busy freaking out. A few hours in the middle of the test, I didn't freak out anymore. I was more concerned of going to the restroom because my tiny bladder couldn't hold my pee. And because of this, I wasn't able to give my 100%.

Well, what's done is done. Now all I have to do is use my #1 weapon: PRAYER.