Monday, August 23

Life, O Life

Life, O Life.



Hummin': Here I am by Bryan Adams


Sometimes I find myself wanting to just crawl into a hole and disappear forever. Other times, I'd wish for an all-granting genie who'd make all my dreams come true and chase all my troubles away. And on rare and seemingly hopeless cases, I contemplate on suicide. (God forbid!)

But what is it that makes life so interesting?

It's that when you actually get through that particular rut you're in, it's like you've taken a drug of some sort and you just feel so 'HIGH' up there. I mean, you forget all about the hell you've gone through and you'd just want to scream 'hurray' and 'yahoooiiieey' all day.

But then, again those moments of pure bliss are just that--MOMENTS. Next thing you know, you're slaving over another long list of things to do before the deadline gets there first.

So what's my point? Well, I just wanted to share my brief encounter with contentment and happy, happy, joy, joy. Because I know, the moment I post this entry, I zoom back into reality and then I'll have no choice but to face all the shitty things in life again.

But until then, I'm squeezing all the happiness in this moment...up to the very last drop.




(Reality beckons and unfortunately, I still have no internet at home. Grr.)

Tuesday, August 17

I'm back...but, not really.

I'm back...but, not really.


Feelin': Swamped
Hummin': Nuthin'


Here I am, back where those without money for internet prepaid cards or those who have huge breaks with nothing to do with too much time, goes. Yes, I am mooching off the school computer lab.

I really am suffering from internet withdrawal. Unfortunately, this is also one of those hellish school weeks where tests are lining up one after the other. So, being internet-less is a huge HANDICAP especially when people exchange information and test schedules ONLINE.

Grrr. What's more, with Philo and Theo orals on the side, I am in for some sleepless nights ahead.

Sigh.

When will the torture end?

Shit. I need actors for my scene and I have less than two weeks! Gaddemit!

See how I'm already fretting? Fretting, pimplets and constant worrying are symptoms of one thing: PANIC. I am currently bordering on that state of being, so pardon me for schizophrenic outbursts in the near future.

It's part of who I am. (Hehehe!)
 
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