The perennial question of whether I should sleep or not is once again at hand and the minaudieres below my eyes (read: eyebags) have grown significantly darker these past few days. Of course, it is a no-brainer for any student diligent in the arts of studentry to sacrifice this luxury and though self-induced insomnia is destructive to the body, one has and one must in order to satiate the unquenchable academic thirsts.
Feasibility Study is a bitch. Especially when it involves surveys and having to juggle time in between seven other subjects, two teaching gigs and one officer spot in a national student organization. This is not to mention the time spent on eating, social networking, telepathically transporting from hometown to school in lieu of the turtle-speed jeepneys, ogling crush and boyfriend prospects and making my hair look theoretically bed-ish.
Of course, time management is the key to success. And we, who can barely manage it, can only wind and blah-blah about its limits. Cheerio.