Well, what a sweet day.
After going through moments of heart pulpitations, hair pulling (which I should really refrain from in order to save the remains of what I still have), chocolate abuse and backpains because of a "certain" frustration, I guess it just has to continue till the very end. Well, it's not like I have so much of this kind of day so often, but I really never welcome such, and without an invitation whatsoever. Its just rude and totally ANNOYING.
That's gritting my teeth like, hurr (Yes, I'm back with that so what?).
I'm going to relate my whoooooooooole day just for the element of sarcasm to dominante the whole mood of this entry. I don't even know why I'm making it public, but I'm typing anyway.
So, I slept around 7 in teh morningafter my overly kind, loving and thoughful brother graced me with such a mission that I knew my life would be at stake upon not submitting to his desire. Well, okay that's just me using hyperbole but to state it more clearly, I have to save his ass because I can and I HAVE TO. At the end of it, I was more engrossed with finishing the damn task for the sake of not wasting my effort instead of taking into consideration why it was needed in the first place. I really wanted to sleep early, considering I have a class the following hours and I have planned my school work ahead. But then it came and I was stuck in front of the PC for something not much of my liking. Around 3 AM onwards, the chickens of my neighbor contributed to the stress I was already handling, then came the chirpping birds and the sun inviting me to either finally lay down or lose all plans of sleeping at all. Then it was the perfect time for emails to suck, which ate a good amount of my time as I slumped myself at my computer chair, awed at how much everything is contributing to this little amusement of me in agony.
After an eternity, I was able to send the freagin' file to my brother and finally lay down on the bed all to myself. I just knew my back was cursing me to the core down to hell for making it suffer for so long, but what can I do, I was "working". Okay, so maybe "some" of my time and attention was directed to fandom, but can you blame me for wanting to keep my sanity even at the shortest of moments in the dark?
I never hated the sound of a phone ringing except when it's bothering my good sleep. And this morning wasn't any different, if not, it was my neigbors knocking on the door or yelling to the door at our veranda for more "important" matters, which in that state of desperate sleep, would I have cared less. But it's not like I didn't hear them and not understood. Gyud, they told me the same reminder 3 times in so little time! Though I have problems regarding my attention span, but I know when to acknowledge.
Since my mom wasn't home for the whole night, I had no proper food to shove in my mouth the following day as lunch, but an apple. Well, it was a personal choice. Considering I was still low on energy because of the lack of sleep and possible negative effects of caffeine on my brain, I needed something to kept me sane for the next couple of hours until I see some people bright enough to keep me on ground. I thought, if Ryuk (of Death Note) said apples keep him sane, then maybe I'll follow that same. So...what happend? Okay. The apple I ate was pretty small but it kept me full for a good coulple of hours and I wasn't so hungry in the first place, considering the amount of chocolate I ate last night, I thought I was seriously going to run for the thrown first thing in school! But, I guess the fandom did the magic. I was reading a really well written fanfic on the Gazette, so time (or my stomach) flew by without me noticing it.
It was stupid enough of me to forgot my ID, but I guess the guards still have the holiday spirits in their hearts so they just let me through without further interrogation or talk of records. As soon as I arrived in the almost-empty classroom, my classmates greeted me with brimming smiles and enthusiastic "hellos~" which made me feel more "normal" that what I have been feeling a while ago.
Well, the class made me feel like it was just a day after the last class of 2007. My professor after greeting us a Happy New Year was all geared up to remind us that life is not a box of chocolates, but life is nothing but student life is a battle field for passing a bloody subject. Let's just say the class proceeded straight to business. After a few hours of sticking my but in an all familiar plastic surface of my usual seat, being asked to answer but stupidly plastering a retarded look back to my intelligent professor and blurting an even more retarded answer. Well, to say the least, someone up the ranks has acknowledge of fondness of the "other" sex. Before going our seperate ways, we discussed matters that we should be taking down and noting seriously if we want to survive this semester. I noticed that almost all of my classmates are owning a planner now, just to be reminded of schedules and the whatnot. Even I is using one now! Well, it was a request-gift but I know it will be really handy nowadays. Just a proof how busy we are and that relaxation should not exist in our vocabulary, much less in our minds at least for now. Really, it was romantic of them to drive us into a corner of insanity so effortlessly...
Instead of being on Garfield-mode tomorrow since it was meant to be another holiday for us, my profs just miss us too much I guess. We have another make-up class and we have to submitt something again for research. Something I thought was really exciting to work on, atleast in the beginning, but realizing just how much I am of a hedonistic sloth, its just going down the path of nothingness.
After eating, I immediately found myself excited to go home. I had tons of work to do, but I guess my fixation to my current fandom would not leave me alone so soon. In short, big problem. Upon stepping to Pedro Gil, a wave of nostaligia blazed my way. I thought, "I'm really back to reality". If you think I'm an escapist, go ahead, but I would really love and stay forever happy in a land I call my own. Early January is a cold month and I could feel the breeze penetrate my skin easily while I walk with a stoic look in my face, familiarizing myself with the already familiar walks and pedestrian crosses for my route home. Faces of strangers passing me buy are not so strange to me anymore as I know I've walked this path for so long to get lost in the feeling.
I rode the jeep reading the fanfic and finally plugging my earphones for music. Listening to music while strolling somewhere is always a bliss, really. It makes the world less dull than what it seems. Suddenly there are colors, even if you are the only one to appreciate them.
There's this strange aura in the house, like its been raided by a really FAT rat. I knew who it was and hell, he's showing up at the end of my post, when HE started in this post aswell! How rude. Atleast clean up after cleaning, you big jerk!
I rest my case.
Anyone noticed the sarcasm dropped? I did. And that's like a total piss off. Hmp. I guess its too long to hold.
