So the last post was about ME being six feet under the whirlpool of uncertainties. Turns out, it’s just lady hormones — y’all know how it can be. Hahaha. 😂
Anyway, I’m running out of stories to tell since I’ve been practically at home for almost a year now — sleeping in and waking up late, sipping black coffee in between movies and pages, and trying hard to squeeze in work outs day by day — in an attempt to lessen my guilt. Like really, what decent stories can you get from staying at home 24hrs/day, 7days a week, 12mos a year? See? I am living the ultimate bum life. Not that I’m complaining though. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed slacking as much I do now. I tell myself I deserve this, but oh boy, it’s not as easy as it sounds.
Needless to say, I still have several things in my mind at the moment:
- Read more books, researches and articles. Add a few more words into my non-existent vocabulary bank. (I love words eh.)
- Continue learning the ins and outs of WordPress. (Kahit alam ko namang hopeless talaga.)
- Get shreded for my brother’s wedding this July. (Ah, I can’t believe my brother is getting hitched! Last time I remember we were getting our daily dose of spanking, courtesy of our dad, for skipping siesta. Has it really been that long? And me?! A bride’s maid?! I need to get sexy na talaga, ‘no?)
- Study for the incoming NMAT and PTLE. (I really need to get this on top of my priority list.)
- Do a medical school tour for blog purposes. (I’ve been thinking about this for quite awhile, but I can’t afford it. I don’t have baon na. Sheez.)
- Prepare for med in all aspects — meaning mentally, emotionally, physically… lahat ng may -ly sa dulo! (I was told that I needed to think long and hard before wanting to go to med school. Because hello! The finances are no joke! Med is not for the poor yahknow — unless you’re a flat-uno GPA prodigy, which I am not. I contemplated and decided I will still push through it. Patay kung patay.)
- Be a better person than I was yesterday. (The ME had a very unproductive yesterday, feeling mortified over the much-publicized #DavaoLeaks. I was close to smashing our TV.)
I have a lot of pending tasks, but instead of doing those, I started typing this. I pratically slept the whole day (again) and I think I suffer from I-miss-school syndrome. I never knew it’s possible to actually miss stress, to miss the times I hardly get two-hour of sleep, the times I felt like an ugly duckling because too much stress had been building up; the times I wished to get hit by a bus to get it all over with; the times I had forgotten to eat because I have been cramming for an exam, or the times I cried buckets over my dreadful thesis.
Oh, I guess I just miss school. Sana talaga pwedeng mag-aral nalang forever tapos may sweldo. Ay naku! Much have been said about my (enjoyable) bum life. So I will just leave you with an excerpt of what I wrote two or three years ago:
“Why do we want people we can’t have?” — a question that’s been out in the open since time immemorial. But just like a scientific query that has bewildered many, I wonder if there will ever be an answer to this perpetual question.”
Hayst. I don’t know what I did so wrong that I ended up on the losing end of things. If only life came with a handbook.
PS. Sa mga magtatanong po, hindi po ako buntis at wala po akong balak any time soon. Case closed.