I am starting to feel the hell month. 21 units is having its impact on me already. Greenday shoud've revised their song, Wake Me Up When August and September ends...
what's 21 units?
it means sleeping at around 2am to finish three-inch thick readings and waking up at 7am to read another three-inch thick readings
it means spending less time on television and more time at the libraray...
it means having Clean and Clear pimple removing gel because the semi-sleepless nights causes pimple outbreak
it means having a stock of San Mig Extra Strong Coffee and Boy Chili Cheese
it means having to save patience because some groupmates are just plain annoying
it means having to master making miracle papers
it means having the charm to persuade the landlady to let friends sleep over at the boardinghouse because of a so-called group study
it means having to know some parts of the Constitution by heartbecause of a Law class
.It means dealing with sleep-inducing black and white motion pictures for a Film class
.it means joining rallies and political forums for a Sociology class
it means learning Dreamweaver for an Online Journalism class
it means sacrificing a supposedly no class Wednesday
.it means battling with my eyes every Wednesday afternoon
.it means being a would-be advertising major in a Tech class
and it means suffering. in the very sense of the word.
Dealing with 21 units is like swimming in the river coming from the gulf, you go against the current...you become tired. You go to the side fo the river and free youself from the water. But the water rush off to the ocean, to join the waves. You're still there. gasping for breath. Unaccomplished because you haven't reached the spring.
then you ask yourself, is it worth it?
You haven't reached the spring.
You're tired.
You're at the riverbank.
stuck.
alone.
but it's not yet the end anyway...
Saturday, August 19, 2006
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