Define me.

There's something about my RS 55 reflection paper that just refuses to be written. It's simple enough--high school-ish, even--but I just don't know where to start, I don't know how to end, I don't know what to say. Who am I? That's the title. That's the topic. That's the question I keep asking myself day after day. Just when I thought I finally nailed it, it eludes me again.

And it's sick that I keep wondering if what I'm defining is really who I am, or just what I want to be, or what I delude myself with. Which is it, and why does it keep changing? And why the heck am I making a drama out of this when I've got more pressing things to think about right now?

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Zonked + Zombie Alert

I stared blankly at the laptop screen for some five minutes. I cannot even form a coherent thought, much less a blog entry. Either I've gone mentally retarded in the span of an hour, or I've dropped my brain somewhere. Neither bodes well for today's Law 1 orals. It's 12:43am, I've got Articles 1156 - 1178 to memorize, and to top it all off, I've lost my frickin brain. Great. I'm sure that's not counted as a valid excuse for opting out of orals.

The good thing is, I've got only two classes tomorrow/today and I get the rest of the afternoon for org work OR, if there are no org work to speak off, for dropping by government offices and inquiring about resources or trainings they might be able to offer for our social enterprise. Yes, if you're a Fourth Year student with a business to run, that is a GOOD THING. Because the only time you'll ever be otherwise available would be on Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays--and where the hell would you find a government office open on those days?

Anyhow, much as I would like to rant some more about the injustices of the world, I've sadly got, as I've mentioned above, Articles 1156-1178 of the Civil Code of the Philippines to memorize, comprehend, and nauseate over. It is, I feel, the beginning of the sleepless nights over academics (something I've seldom had for the past three years). Darn you, Law 1. Why did you have to be vital to my graduation??

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Work?

Today, I realized I still want to work in freelancing.

And I realized I'm an insane person with masochistic tendencies. DARN. I don't know how I'll manage that, but I feel like I really need to work. Because I'll have so many expenses this year, and I'm not asking for an allowance increase, and there's no way I can just pluck money from the nearest tree when I need some.

But, oh Lord, I'm gonna go crazy if I add work to my to-do list. But...something tells me I'm gonna try earning a few bucks before I quit. Because, knowing me, that's what I always do. Always.


Geez, self-awareness brings no joy.

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Already going crazy

It's only the second day of classes, and I can already feel the insanity. My to-do list is increasing in bullets, and my skin is tingling with anticipation.

Stress. I've missed you.

Welcome back to my life.

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Today, it begins its end.

The first day of my last year. Today, my college life begins its ending. My busy hectic chaotic crazy cram-filled college life. But I'm happy here in the university I've come to love and be passionate about, and I don't think I'd trade this four-year-long experience for anything.

Although I still would love to go to Wharton or Harvard. Just sayin'. ;)

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