Turning 23

Today is the day after my birthday. I basically celebrated a three-day birthday here in Canada. I celebrated a day earlier because my birthday comes first in the Philippines then the next day as my current birthday then today as the last day where everyone thinks it’s still my birthday. Joe kept pampering me. She gave me a cake earlier. SO SWEET! Also, it was her turn to treat me a Starbucks coffee and she fed me lunch. Hahaha. We’re sisters pala. Someone told us the other day when we were at the museum for my birthday. A guard, actually a fellow Filipino, asked us if we were siblings. We were shocked to know we have resemblance haha! Oh well. Life’s fun as hell with her. Glad I get to spend my 2 years studying with this crazy.

Anyway, I just turned 23. I feel hmmmm old? Not yet, really. It hasn’t dawned on me yet.๐Ÿ˜› I don’t think 23 is that old, except maybe sometimes I feel as though I’m really old already because I’m not even sure what I’m doing with my life. And it seems like other people have it all figured out. But do they, really?

As I get old, I learn to be bolder and go for the things that make me happy. Every day I get to realize the things and people that matter and that way I’m able to work that relationship more for a stronger future with them diba. These recent events make me also realize how lucky I am. Even though studying isn’t something that I’m very thrilled to be back in my life, just thinking about what I have and what others don’t, make me appreciate it now. And now, I’m starting to get the groove of everything. There are lesser ungrateful things coming out of my mouth instead, more appreciation of what I have is what I practice every day.

To being 23, to being able to come this far, to being able to survive shitload of crap since I was born, to being able to stand up and cry and laugh after bad encounters, here I am writing this to myself. Most importantly, to being the person I am now, to being the clueless girl yet continues to find the answer to every little thing that confuses me, to being the weirdest girl I can be, to being the most sweetest daughter to my parentsโ€”I try, okayโ€”, Happy Birthday, self! ๐Ÿ™‚

looking forward to more birthdays hunney,

Glaire

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How My First Week Went as an International Student

Howdy! Today’s Friday and I have no class. Yay!

Basically, my class schedule consists 2 days per week. Not bad? Actually, it’s shitload crazy. I’m overwhelmed by all the homework given to us already. I have an Accounting class and we discussed the first chapter in an hour. Crazy because back in the Philippines, it would have taken the teacher at least a week to finish it. I totally understand though because I’m on the Post-Degree Program and the lessons tend to be in a fast-paced manner and students are expected to have a background about the lessons already. But I’m just studying again after 4 years, maybe? So my mind is a little rusty at the moment trying to figure out what income statements and balance sheets are.

Overall, I am happy and excited to be back in school. All of my classmates are international student as well which is great because all of us are going through the same thing. My school has been very helpful from the orientation day to the day of our classes. I’ve never felt this pampered by my past school, so I have high hopes for my future experiences here.

Also, students are encouraged to participate in volunteer programs. I’ve never done that, but since I love doing things that scare me, I signed up for it. And guess what? Your girl is going to a Spring Festival tomorrow to volunteer. I have no one with me tomorrow but myself. I have no idea what will happen but it can’t kill me for sure to try, right? You cannot be shy in this country! Well, because everyone is basically super FRIENDLY. Canadians are very nice people. It’s true what they say that Canadians will say sorry if you accidentally step on their foot. Crazy kind people.

Everything is still overwhelming at this point in time. I am still trying to process almost every second because everything seems to be happening all at once. Sometimes, I find myself trying so hard to keep up with the situations. I love everything about my Canada experience, but sometimes it scares me that I tend to question myself if I’m really capable of surviving this kind of life. But I know I can. I know I’ll get the hang of it. No one’s in a hurry, right?