Midterms, long exams and graded recitations are the things that built my connotation of "tension". The idea of being expelled from my school makes me shaky during the night. Yes, paranoia. Insomnia. Name it! But I would like to deal with academics more than the stupid complexity of life. Being busy is wearing a sign that says, "Hey, I'm minding my own business and I have no time to for you, idiot." Oh, my apologies to little children who are reading this blog and more apologies to their rightful parents who tried to give them guidance against vulgar words. It drives me nuts and makes me nuts! Sometimes, I ride jeepneys and compute for the variable x in terms of various innequalities and geometric sequences. Most of the times, when my planner is full of the dreadful word, deadline and my clipboard is wrapped with post-it notes, reminding me of "what-to-dos", I lie down my bed, feel the warmth of the blanket and tenderness of the pillow and escape from the tragic world of pressure for I know very well that tomorrow's gonna eat me, and even if I sleep, still, problems will continue to bug me.
Oh, peaceful melody. Instead of resulting to a completely insane human, I resorted into making a forced blog entry.