this is what i was afraid of. if i stopped blogging even for just a while, i kinda lose the spark that ignites my writing prowess. thus, as a result, there comes long blocks of time during which i have no written output whatsoever. and yes, we all know what that does to me, right? argh, insanity kicks in and, as always, i get lost in thoughts.
so what has happened thus far? well, as usual, nothing much (nothing much that i can write about, that is... hahaha). school started and i have been struggling to get myself in the mood to study. second semesters are always a pain in the butt for me. i smell the scent of Christmas around the corner and, as most of us do, i associate it with breaks and vacations and chilling out time, which means, no studies, no hassle, no stress. hehehe... argh, good for me, bad for my studies.
anyway, i ditched my classes yesterday. you see, there are times when i have this intuitive feeling when or when not to appear in class. it so happened that since early morning yesterday i have been feeling the urge to ditch my class. and so i did. as it turned out, there are no classes today, on friday, on saturday and sunday. so in effect, i had wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday and sunday as my free days this week. now that's what you call a very loooong weekend. nice.
however, the long weekend also means a pile up of tons of work to be done. i have to draft an answer for our practice court, revise my thesis out of my own volition even though i am not in any way required or requested to do so (which earned me a frown from titit ;p) and study for the very first succession recit this sem. argh. a lot to be done. so little time to do it (syempre, because i still have to go out, di ba? heheh).
finally, i'm really apprehensive about the oncoming super typhoon. i so do not want a failure of the electric supply again. living in the dark is so not a metro thing. in the mountains of mindoro, fine, but here? uuh, no. don't like it one bit. i so hope meralco has now taken precautions...
anyway, i'm so excited. tomorrow will be a new day for me, it is like a culmination of those two weeks of silence. i cannot write about it, but i so hope everything goes well. i'm keeping my fingers crossed. wish me luck guys ;p
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
what happened?
i've been in san pablo for the past week, that's what happened. no internet connection, meaning, no blogs, no email, and no chats. the mere thought of it makes me shiver. how could i have survived the week without a link to the outside world? how could i have braved the plateau of san pablo without my usual evening, and yes, morning, habits?
argh, it was the worst of times.
and yet, it was also the best of times.
i have started jogging. seriously this time. not a momentary flavor that i put up myself into. of course, i couldn't run for sh*t at first, that was expected. what was unexpected however was my desire to continue running. the early morning breeze battling with my running body as i feel the heat of my blood rising to my face is a complete head rush. love that feeling.
also, a week's stay at home normalized my eating habits. no more skipping meals for me. eating three times a day without the usual dormer's question of where will i eat next is indeed a welcome change in my system. it almost feels like cleansing my body of unwanted stress. that'd be good anytime.
what's more, staying at home for a week somewhat crystallized whatever it is i learned and gained from the silent retreat i have had two weeks ago. nothing can be more serene than spending some alone time in the place where i grew up. growing up there wasn't easy, but it has its wonderful moments, those which i will cherish for the rest of my life.
finally, i have had quality time bonding with my mom. it's been ages since i last had a conversation with her beyond the usual kumustahan. i missed speaking with my mom. i missed the comfort it always brings when we converse and discuss issues concerning anything under the sun. i wish we could do it more often. i wish I could be there more often.
indeed, it was the worst of times, it was the best of times. no one could have put it more precisely than that.
(by the way, i single-handedly put up our Christmas tree at home and it was cool. i also received my final marks in crim law rev and it was even cooler. thanks sir!)
argh, it was the worst of times.
and yet, it was also the best of times.
i have started jogging. seriously this time. not a momentary flavor that i put up myself into. of course, i couldn't run for sh*t at first, that was expected. what was unexpected however was my desire to continue running. the early morning breeze battling with my running body as i feel the heat of my blood rising to my face is a complete head rush. love that feeling.
also, a week's stay at home normalized my eating habits. no more skipping meals for me. eating three times a day without the usual dormer's question of where will i eat next is indeed a welcome change in my system. it almost feels like cleansing my body of unwanted stress. that'd be good anytime.
what's more, staying at home for a week somewhat crystallized whatever it is i learned and gained from the silent retreat i have had two weeks ago. nothing can be more serene than spending some alone time in the place where i grew up. growing up there wasn't easy, but it has its wonderful moments, those which i will cherish for the rest of my life.
finally, i have had quality time bonding with my mom. it's been ages since i last had a conversation with her beyond the usual kumustahan. i missed speaking with my mom. i missed the comfort it always brings when we converse and discuss issues concerning anything under the sun. i wish we could do it more often. i wish I could be there more often.
indeed, it was the worst of times, it was the best of times. no one could have put it more precisely than that.
(by the way, i single-handedly put up our Christmas tree at home and it was cool. i also received my final marks in crim law rev and it was even cooler. thanks sir!)
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