I got a 92 in Chem. Nothing to feel bad about, I know, but am still disappointed because I was expecting at least a 98. Mark said this weird fixation on getting a perfect score is a little overdue. It’s usually high school students who obsess about grades, he said. I’m well past high school yet here I am, nag-eemote sa 92. Better get a 100 next test!
I read this article on Grantland assessing Messi’s 10-year career at Barcelona. I didn’t know about the paper napkin contract so TIL. What struck me the most, however, were these lines: “He didn’t win the World Cup this summer, though he dragged Argentina to a final it had no business reaching. He probably never will.”
I don’t think I could live a happy and fulfilled life without witnessing Messi hold the World Cup trophy. If only prayers were a surefire way to get what you want, I’d go to church and do church-y stuff everyday just so Argentina would win in 2018.
Something about the possibility of Argentina getting knocked out early in Russia makes me feel so…anxious? Like I don’t even wanna go there. I don’t even want to watch the Cup in 2018 only to see Messi unsuccessfully bowing out of the biggest stage of his soon-to-be-over career. Can I just skip it? Can I just sleep through that summer (or will they change the date?) and wake up without even knowing what happened?
Hay. Here’s me anticipating the worst. That Messi may never win the World Cup is a terrible truth just waiting to take shape — and it is just.fucking.sad.
A snippet I recently read online said that some people do not know what they want to do in life because they’re not going out there and exploring their options. They don’t know what they can and can not do. It kind of gave me an “ah-hah” moment. Kind of. I guess it’s time to start dropping the “ang bobo ko sa math/science/etc” sentiment because apparently, I ain’t that bad.
Currently reading Julian Barnes’ The Sense of an Ending. Been enjoying it so far; makes the commute to and from school less boring.