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I'm turning eighteen in less than two weeks and I feel like I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. I've blogged about how I dislike birthdays, right? That's the reason why I think I'm gonna drop dead. Maybe I'm just afraid that people are going to forget about my birthday, just like last year. Anyway, this post is supposed to be about my life as a pigeon aka as a seventeen year old. Let's just see how far this will go. I will try not to involve my love for the concert scene and music, promise. Emphasize on "try".

The week of my birthday. Our neighbor, also a really good friend of my mom, was diagnosed with brain meningitis at that time. My mom had to visit her every now and then in the hospital because that's just how she rolls. No hate on my mom, okay. I understand that our neighbor needed her more than I do. Meaning, my birthday was not given any "attention". Also, I have school at that time and I didn't show my facebook friends that it was my birthday. In short, no fucks were given to me on my birthday. I did get a really really nice birthday present. Two days before my birthday, The Maine kicked of their Pioneer World Tour here in Manila and I was lucky enough to have gone to that show. My parents got me tickets to see their show and it's the best birthday gift that I could ever ask for. Still a pretty good birthday if you look at it.

End of my frosh year in college. Third term of the academic year ended and for the first time ever *and probably the last* I got into the Dean's List. Woooo unlimited cuts! I did not use my cuts, by the way! I think my summer vacation went really well. I attended a summer workshop on personality development.

Second Year! Summer is quite short for us Lasallians because school usually starts on the last week of May. This school year, I have gone through endless setbacks but I didn't let those setbacks get in my way. I'm talking about not getting into my majors in AB-Literature, my *only* friend left for Australia, Sucking at Spanish, and being alone for the most part. Those kinds of setbacks. Music has been a really big help while I'm dealing with these things. *Oooooooops! I might just talk about concerts and shit so I'm cutting some parts.* Anyway, I got to meet a lot of people over the past twelve months, I have been to numerous concerts, I broke out of the social norm, I've been to a lot of different places, and I was able to *kind of* figure out what I want to be in the future. Just this term I switched courses, from Literature to Philippine Mass Media and I think that it's the best decision that I have ever made.

Being seventeen does not entitle you to anything great. At seventeen, you need to figure out what you want to be and who you want to be. I am seventeen and  things does not always turn out the way I want it to. I am seventeen and I'm awkward around people. I am seventeen and I cannot please everyone around me. I am seventeen and my life sucks, sometimes. That's just how life goes. One day, you're on top of the world and the next day you're just lying around in your underwear but each day is a roller coaster ride and each day is an all new learning experience.