Week Three.
Late update.
My friends and I went on an out-of-town adventure to celebrate our short-lived winter break to, at least, experience something fun before another painful and hectic semester starts. Scott, Benj, and I were a little late; we kind of caused our supposed schedule to be postponed for a while. Anyway, first stop: ice skating. Maaan, you all don’t know how thankful I was for not falling on my buttocks. I held on to my friends like crazy [thanks for existing Shannaynay and Cheezeka]. Then, we went to Jollibee. I was really anticipating the food because I haven’t eaten there in four years, but much to my dismay, they didn’t have anything I wanted to order; most meals were unavailable or simply not existing in America. Boo. After ~that disappointing fast food place~, we went to Westfield to stroll and look around, but Shannay, Cheezeka, and I just ended up shopping. Before we left the area, we went out to walk around Downtown. There was this man—we assumed he’s not sane because he was talking to himself—who kind of trailed us. When we stopped walking, he did, too; when we resumed, he did the same, so we ran off to the other side of the road and walked ahead. And then, lo and behold, we found Urban Outfitters. Since there isn’t one in the ~mountain of an area~ we live in, we attacked that store like coocoo apes. Sadly, we weren’t able to purchase anything because nothing in that store matched our budgets. You all know how dirt poor college makes you.
Oh, and my mom gave me a pep-ish talk. That doesn’t happen much—because my mom usually acts my age—so, when such phenomenon occurs, I take it to heart. Out of everything she said, this is what stood out to me the most. She told me, “The reason I’m always pushing you to be strong and do certain things you think you’re incapable of doing is because I know what you have, and what you have is great potential. You’re able, and you’re capable of doing a lot more than you think you can. I know it very well.” I needed that. Nothing beats a mother’s encouragement. I love you, mother dearest!
And for my ~slightly relevant~ quote of the week:
“When a dream is broken, you can always build a new one from the pieces of the old one.”


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