A Fortuitous One
I can hardly believe it. It seems to me that everyday is no longer the "another day" that I used to have before. I wake up and wake up and wake up with the same things, same fear, same dull day. I am just so sick of it. My everyday has nonetheless became routinary.
I rise up, brush my teeth, catch traffic jam along katipunan, arrive late at my first class, eat breakfast, yawn a lot during math and theo, feel drowsy during my long lunch break, die with the-weird-rainy-season heat wave, and go home late at night after all the meetings. This is, unfortunately, my MWF habit.
Although I don't have class during TTH, the same scenario arises. I wake up a little bit later than my MWF waking hours, hope for the day to end, and start looking forward for the hell next day.
Weekend comes with Finance saturday and lazy sunday. Then, comes again the nerve-wracking school weekdays.
The same day comes the same week until I realize that it's the same year. And I want to bring back the good days, if this will hold true for eternity.
4:00 PM
Thursday, August 31, 2006
