Wednesday, September 19, 2007



Hm. Talk to me. I am made the foundation of pressure building blocks which have no sense of mercy by all means. I am squashed deep down and basically just sticking my hand out to reach the keyboard. Alas, I blog again.

Call me a school freak but I have given my attention to school and that is a valid reason for my absence. You see, if you devote time, time eats you all the way. The next thing you know is that you wake up at the break of dawn with the thick Biology book on your lap. Sheepishly deamening. Plus, no inspiration at all. Well, I was actually suppose to talk about how pissed off I was yesterday because I got home two hours after departure! Hmph. So much for that 2:20pm. But no, I'm not going to the details deep, deep down because I don't want to scoop something up from the past. I don't want replenish my experience because it will just sound and smell like a rotten red-brown tomato in a blender. Blech.

Meanwhile, I am constantly seeking possible topics for blogging because my interest had died out completely. Essays do not fascinate me anymore-- not like before wherein my heart was jumping with excitement because of the ultimate desire to read the published and featured article in Young Blood (PDI, Opinion Section). Newspapers are still my buddies but we're not tight anymore-- not as to how we used to be.

At the moment, I think my mind is preoccupied in thinking about the possible occurences in the book I am currently reading, "Hoot." It's not a ChickLit type of reading material nor is it something that I usually read. Good enough, it captivated my interest and instantly, I got hooked with it. Sad to say, due to pressure and demands of academics, I am tied in between neutral stage, having to decide whether reading a chapter of Asian History is better than reading a chapter from the literary piece. It sucks when you have to make a crucial choice. Of course then I'd have to settle for the former unless I'd want to feel regret of some sort in the end.

Contrary to all these issues revolving around me, I am proud of myself for having been able to control my appetite for internet. Hm. But then again, I will have to regain that potential in writing because, frankly, I think it slipped away when I was hitting textbooks.