Lately I've been really pushing myself to go beyond my limits. I've been trying my best to stay on schedule, study real well, and maximize every spare minute I have... In short, I've been trying to become a good student. Yeah. In the process I've decided I hafta kill some of my favorite hobbies, too. I sort-of realized there's not enough time for a struggling science student to practice at the drumkit
and master the functions of all the muscles of a frog.. So one had to go. The frog kinda had my future in its manus, so you can fill in the rest and understand the context of the 'sigh' emoticon at the end of this sentence. :<
I'm clinging on to the hopes of qualifying for a good-enough standing, because no matter what I do the truth is my grades
will determine my future. And
that idea, surprisingly, got me going for the past couple of months. Yes,
academic drive. Mygash. @_@
It was all good until Habagat came around. He somehow messed up the momentum I oh-so-carefully built up, and to make matters worse he left me with the flu, too.
College made me realize that sick days do not translate to chicken-noodle-soup-and-orange-juice-in-bed-with-TV-on-the-side. Sick days in college, as it turns out, are what they are: sick days.
When your mind is whirring with all the stuff you hafta do but you can't lift a finger.
When your cough is more troublesome than the noisy street DJ who keeps playing the same darn song over and over and over again... maybe not, but we're getting warm.
When your temp jumps from 36 C to 37.2 to 38.9 in a span of sixty minutes and you have frog muscles to memorize.
(I know, 'enough about the $#!&*@ frog muscles already!'. Okay. )
It just feels like the wind blew out the wonderful, wonderful fire I've just recently discovered, and at the moment I am not in shape to try and light one up again. :( I hope I will be soon, because I am not going to school tomorrow to get a checkup and it better pay off: I don't want to dig myself further into this pit of academic incapacity.
Sigh. Keep calm and stick to the stethoscope. [-o<
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I suddenly felt that this post didn't deserve to be all rant, because there are other things in life that break in a wee bit of sunshine despite the dreary skies. Like good books and good coffee and warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies, and good, good friends to share them with. :')
So! If you wanna see my dreams slowly making their way into reality, look at this!
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| *Insert angelic choir's sigh of ecstasy here* |
That, my friend, is the door to my future cafe/restaurant. Yes, the one around the corner of the ol' brick building with the publishing house upstairs. And yes, feel free to drop by sometime! We'll talk about the rest of the old, creaky parts of my dream establishment over a plate of the house specialty: a strong cuppa joe and ooey-gooey chocolate chip cookies. :) Cheers!