Saturday, March 22, 2014

This May Only Be A Phase


The past two weeks was torture. My feet felt like floating in between internship requirements, school auditing activities, external auditing activities and Masteral assignments which all have impossible deadlines to keep my pulse pacing. I was on a full time zombie mode and my eye bags just kept on harmonizing with gravity.

The stress was actually rejuvenating. Like what I have said, I've been lounging around since my September heartbreak and I've gotten so used to procrastinating that I begun to think that I have become eternally lazy. Thankfully, God provided the perfect slap in the face and there I go sacrificing at least two weeks of my social life to deal with my actual life.

Today though that the last few remnants of my busyness was at hand, I felt a serious bit of nostalgia floating mid-air as I trampled on with my duties. Strangely, I've become more aware of how significant the seeming ordinariness of the everything I've been exposed to for the last two weeks - client interviews, my feet as they take turns hitting the earth, and the feel of paper on my hands as I held on to them as if they were my life.

I sort of miss busy. The promise of carefree, careless, summers actually feel childish to me at the moment.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Post No. 298


It is official. I am a busy bee. Our mock board exams just finished today and my other requirements are still pending, ready to explode any minute I start working on them. I don't think I even have the time to get a haircut! But anyway, all is well. I guess this is something that has to happen when the term's about to end.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

When March Sinks In


It didn't really sink in that it was already March until this morning. It happened like this. In between cheap coffee, doughnuts and a view of construction workers and basketball players. Yes. You knew that it was March and it was your cousin's birthday yesterday. But yesterday didn't feel like March. Neither did Sunday nor Saturday when the first kick of your mock board examinations began.

It happened like this while you were sitting, looking at the glistening sweat of varsity players. While you were drinking caffeine and Bavarian concoctions. While you were just looking. The realization hit. Like lightning. Like how it would when you'll get accidentally hit by a bus. Like that one time you got hit by a bicycle. Straight in the face. You know it was coming but you didn't run away or panicked. 

It happened like this. You absentmindedly accepted March because there's nothing you can do about it really even if you don't feel like having March yet. Like birthdays when you absentmindedly accept that additional year because there's nothing you can do it about it really even if you don't feel like having another year yet.

And yet things happen. And you must accept this. Even if you don't feel like wanting things to happen.