Finals week is only days away.
I've got papers to do.
My schedule is all messed up.
I haven't prayed to God since Tuesday.
I haven't conditioned my hair since then too.
I haven't eaten a full meal since Monday [for this week I relied on water, cookies and lollipops for nutrition].
I haven't slept since Sunday.
I haven't cleaned my desk since last, last week.
A tower of papers is leaning dangerously here.
I haven't patted nor touched my dogs since last Monday.
I haven't said anything right to someone since last Wednesday. Everything sounds wrong and negative to him [wait, who's at fault then? My words or his perception?].
I haven't opened my bible since last, last week.
I haven't defragmented my computer since last month.
I haven't been to a moviehouse since 4 months ago.
I've been worried sick for three weeks now.
I haven't relaxed since then.
[For the record, I really don't show it, but I'm really freaking out inside.
I'm fighting the urge to scream. To run around with my hands in the air. Hysterically.
Hah. I'm glad the urge is losing.]
So my life's a bit messy.
A bit.
That's an understatement.
I'm worried sick, SICK--it's as if I wanted to vomit all the work that I have to do and accomplish. And in the pool of vomit, I want fish out and to see a finished film review for English and a fully-edited photoessay for Filipino with captions. [How disgusting can YOU get?]
Well...why worry?
Why fret?
Why panic?
Why not...
MOVE?
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5:35 AM
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hell week
Congratulate me, we're down to our final week here in school.
But we are not going to be released to our vacation mode that easily. All hell has conspired to give us lots of long exams, reports, papers, quizzes, term papers [especially that one about green chlorophyllous things] which would yield eyebags and sleepless nights.
Congratulate me!
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Ay, Miles. Ayan ka nanaman. Anywhere- as Miles was saying, hell week na. Seriously. This is the time when all the work we have left to do is dumped on us before finals week. Don't even get me started on that. Anyway, at this time of year- you'll hear the irritating 'click' of keyboards at RMT as though its unison was intentionally made to piss you off. That sound only means one thing, cramming. Yes, the ancient art of cramming. Sleepless nights finishing term papers, lab reports, photo essays and all the other pains your teachers have given you. Stress to', friend. But, BUT-- there's also something kinda good about it, one is that the students are finally doing their work. Two, everybody(even the teachers) are pulling together in an effort to finish the sems curriculum. Third, onti nalang ang students sa mall, nag ccram kasi. So, in the ADMU hell week, you'll experience- stress, cramps, heartaches, kilig moments, starvation, acne and everything in between. Good luck, friends!
-Nigel
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Nigel!
KILIG MOMENTS?! HEARTACHES?!
san galing un??
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11:06 AM
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