Seasonal Passion

The previous entry said: DETAILS LATER.

Seriously? I couldn't even get my personal life (that's academics, extra-curricular activities, familial responsibilities, what have you) in order and I'd have time to update my blog? Answer is, no. *DING DING DING!* Jackpot, baby.

Every time an idea sparks in my head, something I would definitely write about, I just happen to be elsewhere, a computer and internet access out of sight. I seem to have this seasonal passion for writing and I think I'm less of a fine writer that I was back in high school. I keep this blog so I could exercise, not just my fingers as I type, but my mind; to rid it of the cobwebs built by vanity and fear; to free my mind of pretensions. That's me, the writer. The other part of me is lazy and apathetic. I never run out of words (to say, yes, but) to write, never. I just can't find the energy and time.

When I wanna write, I really wanna write. And it gets all too frustrating if I can't get the words out! Take now, for example: I'm simply ranting. It's making me feel a little better but when I think about all the stuff I missed to write about, I feel bad again.

Must. Stop. Rant. Blogs. I become an inferior writer by the minute. Come to me, positivity!

What is... A LONG DAY?

Answer: TODAY!

Details later.

Getting Old

No, it's not my birthday! Let's delay time, shall we? *snicker, chuckle* I can't afford to feel any more older. *SIGH* See, I've recently concluded my last first term as a college student. Today, my last second term started quite late with my major and only class for the term. Tell me 7:40 PM isn't late and I will glare you down. Haha.

[PHOTO HERE. It sucks that my laptop's built-in Bluetooth device isn't working. Boohoo. I promise to upload my own photo. Meanwhile, here's a similar shot borrowed from Memzie.]

First day (or night) of class ends at 9PM!

Having failed to meet my goal for the first term (which was to be in the DL for the last time, *bawl eyes out while trying to glue pieces of broken heart back together*), I am determined to make this term work. *GAME FACE ON* What the hell, I have one class! But it doesn't end there: I'm really excited and nervous at the same time because this is also my thesis term. I am hopeful for the fate of my thesis group; I see us flying to heights we dare to reach. The only challenge now, however, is where to find that leverage to bring us where we want. The thesis-organization-search begins! Let's go, Memzie and David, hustle hustle, hut-hut-hut!